Ravensblood Forest my heart is a chocolate covered strawberry

hope ya don't mind me

The forest was odd and eerie, dark clods of sap racing and dried down the trunks of trees like blood. She grimaced at the sight of it, ducking between the shadows, fur prickling at her nape and down her spine.

And she was not alone.

Hey, she called out toward the grayscale creature ahead, nostrils flaring. He was wolf, but—friend or foe? 

She was too weary and too lackadaiscal to mind, much.