Ravensblood Forest dead man's chest

she moved swiftly through the dense shadow of murkwood, the captain’s call pulling her from the river’s edge. droplets of water clung to her fur, the remnants of her earlier hunt now forgotten as her paws carried her toward the sound.

her steps were deliberate, weaving through the towering bleedwood trees with practiced ease. the forest whispered its secrets to her—fresh trails, distant rustles, and the faint scent of decay that hung on the air, promising a kill.

when she reached him, she needed no words. her posture spoke of readiness, her pale eyes flicking to noxir before settling on the trail he indicated. without hesitation, meredith fell into step, her focus now entirely on the hunt to come.