Raven's Watch chivalry is dead

pang

the hare smacked his face with a childlike gesture. he froze. taking a deep breath, he grumbled, resisting the urge to snap her fucking neck.

fucking goat's mil— he rolled his eyes, scoffing, contemplating how he would obtain such a thing. he wasn't even sure if the goats reared kid's yet, more or less, if he could take one down. he has before, but not without the help of a man from a long era ago— @Tvar.

breathe, breathe! he reminded himself catastrophically. with a turn, he looked to her.

lets go, then.