Ravensblood Forest and i can't wait to get it

the buck is down.

rhaegal draws in a deep breath, one that he'd been holding; metallic taste of the beasts' blood in his mouth.

the pain his shoulder grows more notable, demanding of his attention but he is hale and hearty like the rocks that stood against the mercurial sea on meares island. he would have one of the healers tend to it when he returned to sapphique.

like his torn ear and scabbing wounds on his cheek: he would not let this stop him.

his hunting companion's victorious growl draws his attention and the leviathan's golden gaze finds her. i'm rhaegal, he offers in introduction. it feels a little strange to offer it in the aftermath of a successful hunt, but neither had had much of a choice lest they scared the stag off. i only want the antlers, he admits. for my intended. a small thrill fills him as he thinks of vairë. you can have whatever you want from the rest. i dinnae mind.