Raven's Watch nerve

faust’s frame settled into the snow with a deliberate ease, the weight of his catch lying between his paws, untouched. his green eyes flickered back to the tall woman, a quiet demand glimmering within their depths. he did not move, did not speak, but the signal was unmistakable.

the tilt of her head earned a slow blink in return, his gaze sharp yet patient. he would not eat before her, a gesture less of courtesy and more of judgment—a test. the wind whispered through the barren trees, carrying the scent of blood and freshly turned earth, mingling with the sharp winter air.

she was allowed now, he had decided, but his presence was a reminder of the unspoken rules. the first move was hers to make, and faust watched, ever still, like the shadow of the forest itself.