Ravensblood Forest a man that’s down to fight

a man still tinged by riverwater on his fur crossed sobeille's vision, his gait brisk and eyes searching.

he was dark and tall, reminding sobeille of cayetano -- a memory of which brought a self-indulgent smile to her face.

she broke from cover, sniffing the air between them openly. she was too far to tell if he belonged here, but the territorial markings were new, and sobeille wished to learn exactly who decided to plant their flag without sapphique's blessing.

who you be? she called out into the frigid air, shrewd eyes taking in his travelworn figure.