Witch's Marsh blight

blood.

perhaps these valley wolves were not so soft as she'd thought. she delighted in the violent nature of him, the thrill of the hunt. was she hunter, or hunted?

the prophet made her own choice. she turned to lead him further into swampland.

blood he would have, but not without first earning every drop.

she took him through brackish waters, further from his pack with each step. the forest to the east: there she would slip away from her pursuer and back into shadows. almalexia whipped around with a lash of her tail to send water flying at his face. she sought only to taunt and evade for now, anticipating that he would strike at her.

let's write it out <33 almalexia won't stick around for much of a fight but is open to any damage aside from facial wounds for the next couple rounds