Raven's Watch chivalry is dead

faust tilted his head at her, the green of his eyes sharp and measuring, but he seemed to see nothing out of the ordinary. his broad shoulders rolled as if to dispel tension, and without a word, he turned away from the ice woman.

he moved with purpose, his gait steady and unhurried as he descended into the foothills, his focus narrowing on the task of the hunt. the cold air carried the faint tang of potential prey, and faust's nostrils flared as he drew in the scent, committing to the trail of something worth the chase.

as the distance between them grew, his mind sharpened, thoughts consumed by the familiar rhythm of the pursuit. the promise of fresh game dulled any lingering suspicion, his faith in her stillness and compliance left unshaken. faust disappeared into the shadowed terrain, leaving ayovi alone with her thoughts and the choices she would make.