Raven's Watch Shinåb

“A good idea,” she murmurs, as if the notion hadn’t occurred. Her expression flattens out, secreting the ire that licks its way down from her chest into each limb.
Faust.
Damn him!
Her hackles twitch, she rises from the brook and shakes out her thick pelt, festooning the snowside with droplets that freeze quickly into crystals.
“It means Dove of Red Creek in this language,” Ayovi continues, heart tightening. “I travel with a hunt partner,” the eyes glance away. Faust was more her keeper, but the admission sounded so weak, even if only in the huntress’ head. She leaves it at that.
“What is the meaning of Wormwood?”