Ravensblood Forest my eye on you

hmph, her tail giving a single irritated flick as she eyed him like one might a particularly obnoxious fly. ye better speak to the captain 'bout that, she shot back, her accent thick and words sharp enough to cut.

she didn’t bother stepping back as he trotted around her, though her gaze followed his every move, the golden fire in her eyes refusing to dim. murkwood don’t just let any ol’ stray waltz in, she added, her tone edged with warning. an’ if ye think ye can run yer mouth like that ‘round nox, ye’ll find out real quick what he thinks of ye.

turning her head, she cast him a sideways glance, the barest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. you come wit me? good luck, though. hell knows ye’ll need it.