Witch's Marsh blight

Thank you for this. <3 Want to do dice roll?

He did not quicken so fast after her. She lured him to the marsh—a place he believed to be deserted for the most part. In many ways, it worked better for him—spare the slickness of the land and swamp.

She demand he choose something from her—she would give him answers, or blood. It was an interesting wrench on the problem she had proposed—for while he liked Reverie, he trusted her about as far as he could throw her. Her narrative was often flighty—whimsical, and, at best, she was a wisp in a daydream.

That still wasn’t enough to tempt him for whatever reasoning she felt she had—she had come to his lands, threatened his pack mate and saw fit to leave before addressing anyone. It wasn’t hard for him to determine which one was more damned in his mind—“Blood,” he spat instantly, and then he lunged.

Blood might not have been his true intent—chasing her from the valley was. But what would be would be—

—and so when he closed the distance between them, it was with a rushing snarl and a snap of his jaws to seek her out—make her submit, if he could grasp the snaky creature.