Ravensblood Forest just came to say goodnight

in a garden of flowers, marauder only sought a singular one. 

the scent of others passing through the forest and weaving threads of formation were not missed, just ignored. his steps were purposeful, his stride steady. he did not know of this land, but he knew what he desired from it. 

the breeze guided him between trees and brush, and he slowed as he came upon the sight of her. there between two towering sentinels of the forest, marauder stood as if he were a stag. there he would watch and wait, and let her decide if this was a dare she wished to partake in.