Phantom Hollow brocktree

<3 sounds good!! Poor girl ;_;

Her eyes opened, and she stared back at him, a foresty kind of green. She closed them just as slowly, her only words, a long and haunted groan.

She was not very long for this world.

If he waited this out, perhaps he could eat her. She had enough meat, about as much as him. She would certainly fill his belly. But he discarded that idea rather quickly; he hadn't even tried to taste her yet, but the notion made his mouth taste nasty. Perhaps he would simply let the ravens take her. They would thank him for it, too. They had followed him here, after all.

Her sides rose, as though asleep. He looked to the ravens, who eyed him for permission. And he thought of what they would look like, nipping, tearing into the girl.

If she had not opened her eyes, his life would have been easier.

Vaska bared his teeth at the birds again before he turned back to the girl and looked over her wounds. He had no idea how deep any of them were, only that they bled, and he didn't know a lick of how to heal them properly. He knew, however, by instinct that he had to make them clean.

The scavenger nosed his way under her until he felt her weight across his back. Heavy, dead-like. There had to be a stream nearby. He would take her there, to where the snow would help wash the dirt away.