Ravensblood Forest rineless

meredith had been running like the wind, her fiery spirit blazing with every leap and bound through the dense forest.

until—oops.

her paw snagged a root hidden beneath the leaf-littered ground, and before she could even yelp, she was rolling. tumbling down a small incline, she spun head over paws, a mess of golden fur and indignation. sticks snagged at her coat, snow dusted her muzzle, and when she finally hit the bottom, she landed flat on her back with a breathy oof.

her chest rose and fell as she stared up at the canopy, the world still spinning slightly. and then she saw them—her chaser, standing at the top of the hill, triumphant and far too smug for her liking.

guess you caught me, she muttered, blowing a strand of fur out of her face. but even in her defeat, a mischievous spark glimmered in her green eyes.