Blackwater Islands Exodus

At her insistence, he leaned down and grabbed the rabbit in his jaws, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh with practiced ease.

At her question, his chewing slowed, and he looked up at her, his good eye narrowing slightly. “No. Came alone,” he muttered around the bite in his mouth.

The thought of their absent sibling made his scarred brow furrow. “Figured he’d be here already.”

Ruin wasn’t one for overthinking, but he didn’t like the idea of Visala waiting. It didn’t feel right.

He glanced toward the den’s entrance, the faint patter of rain still audible beyond. “He’ll come.”