Ravensblood Forest shark bait

crowell hears the call and pauses, ears flicking forward. nox. the captain rarely summoned him without reason.

when he arrives beneath the willow, flame-bright eyes find nox pacing circles in the frost. much to his amusement. what had his little feathers all ruffled?

what ye want, sea devil? crowell drawls, stepping into the clearing with a lazy smirk. was in th’ middle of a nap.