Blackfeather Woods [m] Gonna raise some sand in the dead o' night

so sorry for the shrimpy replies, I owe you better when I get back <33

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His raven: half child, half dangerous, all a little mad.

“One week."

Into her brush he whispers, lips settling over mattes of red fur and his tongue grazing the torn skin he found there, a taste awakening appetites.

“Tread covertly, Little Raven,” comes his instruction swaddled with blood. Her vigilance he need not ask for. He knows she will play the part. “In the shadow of the Eagle mountain, I await you.”