Ravensblood Forest a man that’s down to fight

for a moment their gazes lock in shared scrutiny; sobeille, upon being so openly examined, did not hide the prickle of fur along her nape.

before she could answer either of vermouth’s questions, another male arrived — this one so outlandishly offensive that the prickle along her neck became a full-blown palisade of hackles.

never had she been spoken to by a man in such a way! and accused of a falsehood none the less! her gaze sparked in scarcely concealed outrage, but for once sobeille kept her ire bottled in.

he was rangy, with flyaway furs and a body littered with scars. before she opened her mouth, she assessed every bit of him.

dats no way t’ treat a neighbor. sobeille countered, turning her gaze to vermouth in sudden solidarity. what would he think if sobeille turned full banshee in that moment? could he be trusted? who all be conquerin’ dis place?