Ravensblood Forest and i can't wait to get it

anticipation ripples thru rhaegal; a tidal wave thinly veiled and barely controlled. he is itching to begin the hunt, having stalked it for long enough. it was almost too bad there wasn't a way to get it's antlers without killing it: but he suspects part of this bride price was to show physical prowess as well as attention to detail.

he hadn't asked.

not that it mattered away: regardless of his to-be doewife's reasonings he would be doing this regardless.

he watches the buck and his hunting companion, waiting for her to make her move.