Ravensblood Forest one fish, two fish

firefly barked out a laugh, the kind that came straight from the gut, wild and free. aye, meredith, but if you drag me under, that means you gotta catch me first! he hollered over his shoulder, his paws churning up water as he surged ahead. the river fought against him, currents pulling, slowing, but he was light on his feet, built for the thrill of movement.

he stole a quick glance back—just in time to see meredith slicing through the water like she was born to it, her eyes sharp, locked on him like a predator sighting its prey. oh, she was serious. good.

you best be careful, lass, he teased, pushing himself harder, sending a spray of water flying in his wake. you might find that chasin’ me only leads you right into trouble! his grin was all sharp edges and mischief, his laughter tangled in the rush of the river.

faster. he needed to be faster. because if she caught him? well, he wasn’t entirely sure he’d mind.

up ahead he could see the bend that hid the boulder that he had almost had a collision with days prior. a sneaky grin spread across his lips as he steered towards it.