Raven's Watch tìvilar

he did not move closer, did not press her against the frayed edge she teetered upon. the coil of her tail, the tilt of her ears—he saw it all, understood it all. her defiance, her trembling indignance—it only fed the steady burn of his intrigue.

what if they are not there? his voice cut through the hollow like a slow, deliberate knife, calm but weighted, a question that lingered as heavy as the winter air.

then, what?