Ravensblood Forest stark

meredith trudged through the snow, her steps a mix of determination and frustration. the captain's scent clung faintly to the frosty air, teasing her, but every time she thought she was close, it seemed to slip away like smoke in the wind.

yer makin’ this harder than it needs to be, she muttered to herself, her breath puffing out in visible clouds. her eyes flicked to the trail ahead—broken branches, fresh tracks. all deliberate. the captain was playing with her, and she knew it.

the snow grew deeper as she pressed on, her paws crunching with each step. every now and then, she paused, her ears swiveling at the faintest sound. a snap of a branch? the rustle of bushes? no, just the wind, or maybe an animal skittering away.

fine, she huffed, tilting her head to the sky, as if expecting some divine guidance. keep yer secrets, captain. but there was a glint in her eyes, a challenge accepted.

she wasn't giving up—not yet. with a shake of her fur, she kept moving, the thrill of the chase warming her against the cold. he couldn't hide forever.