Ravensblood Forest Pretense against Pretext

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This was something he had not seen from the southerners before, and it thrilled him. This amassing of force; the stalking of bodies through the woods, the way they split in to groups bent upon assault and distraction, perhaps, and speed. Kukuvrak tried to get a glimpse of each person but there were many—in the off-chance the battle came to him, too, he would need to know allies from enemies.

But then, he was a fickle man. He did not know these people nor for what they fought. Perhaps they were raiding—which was a valid task—or maybe they were weak, in which case Kukuvrak would switch sides. It depended on how things played out.

So he would lurk, and study them, and keep himself out of harms way until the fervor of the blood drew him in. Sos, do you see? Do you hunger?