Raven's Watch nerve

her scent was littered with ayovi!

he snorted against the fur of her neck, pulling back with a raise of his lip. what had she done with her? what had she wanted? fuck, the ice woman was not his problem any longer. though her form continued to palpitate on his mind. stupid women.

you're alone. he stated, rather than a question. her thin form and gathering of herbs and supplies spoke louder than words.