Raven's Watch chivalry is dead

was she pouting? he knew her feet hurt, but that's life! with her head swiveled to the opposite end, she had been throwing a tantrum, it appeared. with an aggravated huff, he firmly planted his feet into the hardened soil.

you want pregnant goat? he asked with a ultimately cool, underlying cadence of death. he even put on a forced smile for his beloved iskava.

it would take him about...shit, he didn't know— an hour? more?— to actually hunt the damn thing. he at least wanted some clarity before he made the trek.