Golden Glade mustgrave

he looks at her, gaze long and cool. and then his gaze falls to the fox, torn now to two pieces between her teeth.

the tail makes good on protective spells. a tuft of russet fur buried with three sticks and the radula of a racoon brought good luck. many uses for this fox.

many uses for him, too.

molten fire for met the man's unflinching coolness. the faintest flicker of humor lingering in the priestess' blood-black eyes. bedfellows? do you typically move this fast?