Ravensblood Forest letter of marque

backdated to ~March 25th

Muddied ferns and filthy brambles tugged tufts of greasy fur as the Captain nipped material from the undercarriage of the forest and made his way to the mother's rendezvous. He'd left a trail of mess in his wake, and by the time he arrived his offering was a measly bundle of putrid-smelling plant-matter.

"Fer th' nests," he grumbled, in the sourest of moods following the disappearance of Crowell's thrall. If anyone knew where she'd fled, it would be them, and Nox thought himself a kind man to tend to the women this way.

Kind enough that @Mireille or @Chacal may offer him an explanation.