Ravensblood Forest [m] salt binding

he drinks in the scent of her salty plume and eyeballs the scandalous saunter of her gait. eyes of fire intense as they pour over her, threatening to rake, to stab, to uproot. she circled him, and thus the game had begun; she tempted him with a dare. he snaps teeth over her fur but only finds air as she darts away.

spurning him with the promise of chase. a raucous chuckle comes from the pirate. he offers no hesitation before he gives chase, long legs letting him lope with a swiftness. poised like a hunter catching scent. she was quick, a streak of pale light vanishing and reappearing like a phantom.

he lunged forward, closing the gap ever so slightly. more than willing to play in her game of cat and mouse. he did not intend to catch her just yet; all too eager to enjoy, relish, in the adrenaline of a good hunt. and that is what he would do:

hunt her.