Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

blackfell snarls, appraising her with twinning crimson eyes: it is not easy.

his tail lashes, claws grinding ice as he circles her. not like eating off a corpse. you’re good at that.

he halts, muscles taut. crimson eyes burning. you owe a debt. he snaps his teeth in emphasis. do i need to fucking spell it out?

he stalks closer now. choose. hunt, or bleed. you repay what you take one way or another. i do you a favor and let you decide how. his breath clouds between them.