Shadewood tusk dawn

— his prayer is finished and daa'ka does not wait for response. ice raven never speaks so soon, and his son does not expect him to.

his attention is now for the pale woman come to join him. the one who shadowed so closely the muradoii woman; but it had been some time since daa'ka last seen her. he can only wonder how she has evaded his notice for so long.

eyes red as fresh blood gutted from a doe appraising her. the mangle of his face pulling into leathery smirk, and pallid tongue swiping across the fawn's blood that decorates his face. you visit daa'ka. he hums.

where has the pale doe been? he asks, trailing past her; walking in the steps she left behind in her assail of him.