Ravensblood Forest love & regret

Hex was more than disturbed by goings-on lately. He'd provided a fair amount of food to the captives, and comfort in words where he could, but it was not enough. He needed to provide what he'd promised Chani—and he had fallen short on that vow.

He padded toward @Nox's quarters with purpose, chin lifted with intent. He hoped that his new leader could see the merit in keeping their captives comfortable.

Captain, Hex called out, tail flagging, then tucking down in deference. Can I speak to you?

God, I hope this works.

He should have split a squirrel to see the guts, to know what blood and spirit had to say on this matter.