Ravensblood Forest my eye on you

crowell’s grin only widened, a wicked flash of teeth stained by years of tearin' into flesh. he straightens with a lazy swagger and lopes around the girl, the muscles of a scrapper rolling beneath his scarred up, nasty pelt. flame-bright eyes boring into hers.

aye, now there’s the fire, lass, he rumbles approvingly. a queen’s temper to match that tongue o’ yers.

he stepped forward, closing the space she’d claimed for himself. more than willing to call the girl on her bluff. nox ain’t here, an’ i ain’t afraid of him or his name. as fer you, he drawled, fore looking her up and down, careful what ye wish for, queenie.