Raven's Watch tìvilar

had her cheeks turned a rosen pink? faust blinked, checking to make sure that he didn't have a cracked skull. if so, it would make sense. but if not...

he was fine. injuries assessed, fur taut and ruffled, he knew something was amidst. was getting beneath iskava's skin? a part of him hoped so, the churning, tempestuous part of him only hoped further.

a snort and grumble, shaking off these desecrating feelings, and watched as she settled. she looked small against the crook of the framed den, a shimmering diamond against the mud walls.

he took his leave, barring the entrance with his thick form, and settled outside. head on his paws, he looked up to the night sky, counting the stars.

end here?