Ravensblood Forest All I do is love in spades

Anselm's focus remained on a shape that moved along the bank. Despite being nighttime, his excellent tracking sense and hearing clocked it a mile away.

As it came close, it turned into a shadow - twice now he looked over to Etienne for cues, the hair along his spine lifting as the shadow leapt across the bank and began to answer the soft notes of Etienne's hum.

He tensed, but something told him this wasn't a raider.

While Etienne spoke in a hushed whisper to the woman in that lyrical language, Anselm raised his head over the reeds and remained very much on alert, his heart hammering so loudly in his chest he could scarcely hear Etienne's words.