Ravensblood Forest a man that’s down to fight

interrupted! again! this time sobeille clapped her mouth shut, a tiny huff of disapproval escaping her snout in vermouth’s direction.

her eyes tracked the weaselly stoat of a man, deciding then and there she really didn’t like him. unfortunately for sobeille, odds of silently disposing of him ended when another wolf arrived.

this one was moderately pretty; she was a woman, so she earned all of sobeille’s attention — but the fluid way she moved suggested a colubrid’s taste of danger.

as the she-wolf cracked her neck, sobeille saw light glinting off her slender neck.

entirely ignoring crowell now, she sniffed the air between them. their odds had just turned - and there was no sense in hurting herself in the dead of winter. she wondered if her companion would feel the same way - but didn’t spare him the courtesy of a glance considering he’d committed a cardinal sin by speaking over her.

to meredith, sobeille’s attention remained anchored — despite the growing growl of her cohort. i be from saffique. you tell your captain it would please me t’ meet him. ‘e can call for me by de moraine. it was a shame sobeille did not know these roughshod corsairs were pirates. like many of sobeille’s hopes, this would be another one to pass like sailing ships in the night.

she nudged at vermouth’s shoulder with a rough jab before turning carefully from their borders. she kept the weasel-man firm in her vision, glare positively scathing as she picked her way back how she’d come.