Ravensblood Forest dates penned in red ink

He stood like a man well accustomed to being inspected, near indifferent to the rude press of her nose or raking of her eyes. His ears followed her, and he turned his head just a fraction, ready to lash out should she seek to rake with her teeth instead of her eyes.

But she didn't, and the moment passed, once more, without either of them coming to harm.

Catamaran looked toward the sea, even though he could not see it. He was a sea wolf himself, though not for many, many moons.

"No," he replied, a man of few words. With her at his flank, his path forward was unimpeded. He began to walk, ignoring the phantom sting of teeth in his hindquarters as he went. His head lifted briefly into the breeze — there were deer in this forest. He began to track them, one ear cupped back to track the woman's progress as well.

They can hunt or we can time skip or fade! Cat is going to be moving down the coast a ways.