Ravensblood Forest salt wavering

ah-whoooops

Crowell gave him the creeps. Even more so the way he seemed to possess the young Sapphique woman.

Excuse me, Hex told the man, pushing past him—and knocking that forelimb aside—to place a vole near the woman's haunches. He backed up and then turned his gaze at his fellow pirate.

Just making sure they're fed and well, he remarked, raising his brows.

He stepped back, settling upon his haunches. Watching. Waiting to either be turned aside by force or for Crowell to go from the awkwardness of it all.