Ravensblood Forest homeward bound

Emris padded alongside him, her thick coat bristling faintly against the crisp air. The eerie stillness of the snow-cloaked forest didn’t seem to bother her much, though her lilac eyes flicked now and then to the shadows cast by the towering sequoias. The quiet had a way of stretching too thin, making her ears twitch at every small crack of ice or distant rustle.

“A few,” she replied, her breath visible in the cold as she glanced at Nox. “Further south, where the trees thin out. Big clearing by the edge of a frozen stream. Wouldn’t be too hard t’ make somethin’ of it.”

Her gaze shifted ahead to the trail, the lone willow coming into view through the frost-heavy air.

She gave him a sideways glance. “Big clearings make for easy settin’... but they also make y’ easier t’ spot.”