Ravensblood Forest and i can't wait to get it

she moves after the buck and while she chases after it, rhaegal shadows: huntress and quarry.

he stays close, keeping tight without interfering with her or the buck, loping thru underbrush and branches that whip at his face.

as he moves, relishing in the exertion of muscle and rush of adrenaline he focuses on the task at hand; golden gaze straying to his true prize every now and then.

beautiful. dangerous.

he knew it was hooves and those very antlers he coveted that he'd need to be wary of.

a few miles pass and the buck's limp becomes more and more pronounced. a low bark is given to her: go for it's flank before he pushes from the underbrush and makes a beeline for it's thick neck; throwing all of his weight into his launch.