Ravensblood Forest my eye on you

crowell threw his head back and let out a laugh that rolled like waves crashing upon the deck; a rough, gritty sound full of mirth. crass with life and experience. teeth flashing in a crooked grin.

nox? he barked out. 'e some pitiful soul yer tangled up with?

he took a step forward, flank and fur even with casual intent, but his rogueish appearance and height made it anything but. an’ these tales ye think i spin? they ain’t fer believ’n, girl. they’re fer remindin’. his grin widened with menace.

then, long, scarred legs bring him to bow mockingly before the girl. though crimson eyes never leave the girl, piercing straight through 'er soul. queen o’ the bloody moors.