Ravensblood Forest running with wolves and i'm on the prowl.

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they ran, they ran, until his body shrieked for reprieve and he too sunk down on shaking haunches in the grass. finley's words went unanswered momentarily as lasher drew breath into his lungs, awaiting the moment that his heartbeat stabilized itself. presently, his face knit into a dangerous snarl; a silver rarity that he doubted anyone he knew had seen upon his visage.

what demon has hold of you, finley! that you would rush such a creature so brazenly! he shouted at the blackthorn wolf, leaping to his paws to regard her with upthrust tail and bristled shoulders. some volume of blood trickled down his face from a torn ear; however, it was his only injury, and thus taltos ignored it, demanding with a low growl finley's immediate attention.

it was desperation that cowered in the recesses of his anger; he would have seen her dead today, he believed, had it not been for his intervention and the will of the gods. why? he demanded with hard gaze, though already his anger had waned.