Ravensblood Forest Earthworm

aw but maybe an @Nox?

For the first time in a long time, Worm thought of home.

Did it even count as a home when she hardly knew it? Hell, she might've known this place better, and she was little more than a glorified prisoner. Still, she found herself weirdly at ease in this dark forest, in the red mist that settled over it in the early mornings and the swallowing shadows that cloaked it in the night, there was an odd sort of serenity that the vagabond had never allowed herself to feel. She was a creature made for turmoil, not for peace.

Not for peace. Worm held the skull of what had once been a muskrat on the bend of an outstretched foreleg, cold silver eyes staring into the empty holes that looked back at her. She grew impatient, hungry for the raid she was promised.