Ravensblood Forest [m] salt binding

onward he came, this salt-scoured suitor. a caper to have! chani ripped through brineblood woodland and scrambled beneath lowflung branches; she leapt mossed logs and rejoiced in her chest's burning, the churn of her legs.
mud and snow covered her limbs as nimbly she turned in laughter, seeking the look of his face.
in another world, chani might have wanted to know his name.
in this one, she needed only to see if he would earn her favor so she could have for what she came.
hunt.