Ravensblood Forest Blackworm

meredith moved through the forest with a practiced ease, her paws crunching lightly against the snow as her sharp blue eyes scanned the shadows. she was scouting for nox, keeping her nose to the cold wind and her ears attuned to the faintest sound of movement. the promise of fresh snow would soon cover any trail, but for now, she was focused.

her steps slowed when she spotted the black, gangly figure ahead. the woman moved like a shadow herself, slinking between the trees, her presence barely more than a whisper against the rhythmic pull of the distant waves. meredith tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her gaze as she closed the distance.

well now, she called out, her voice carrying the soft lilt of her mummer’s accent, teasing and light. ain’t you a slippery one, sneakin’ about like that. thought you were a ghost for a second.

her tail flicked lazily behind her as she stepped into view, keeping her posture casual but ready. what’s got you creepin’ ‘round these woods, eh? she added, her sharp grin playful, but her eyes watchful as she studied the stranger. she wasn’t looking for trouble, but she’d be ready if it found her.