Ravensblood Forest preppers

crowell recoils just enough to dodge the full force of her warning snap, a grin curling across his face—wild and infuriating, as if her irritation is exactly what he’d hoped for. he circles slightly, keeping close but not enough to press her further. yet.

hah! his laugh infuriatingly smooth, like seafoam slithering over jagged rocks. don’t reckon i’d last long if i weren’t careful ‘round a lass like you.

his eyes follow the supplies as she tosses them into the satchel, flame-bright gaze flicking between her and the task at hand.

gatherin’ shit, aye? sounds mighty excitin’. he steps forward again, tail swaying lazily behind him. but maybe i’m feelin’ generous today. reckon i might lend a paw...