Ravensblood Forest hippity-hop, all the way to the birdie boiler

their interrelations were short, however not as sweet, and crashed to the ground with a wheezing fizzle. the chimera saw anselm off with an opprobrious look and trotted off to do whatever caiaphas did in her leisure time. bound the offspring of her enemies with seaweed and place them on the littoral to be dragged out to the briny deep, he imagined.

he watched after her momentarily, contemplating following after her like a hunter after wounded deer, and then looked towards the exiting male. one of these options was going to be responsible for keeping the next several minutes of his interest, he just could not decide which one would be more worth his time.

well, the raven could always bother caiaphas; he knew where she bided. he was unlikely to see the ashen one again after their abrupt encounter.

he skulked around the gray, retreating form of the wolf that caiaphas had reflexively snubbed. she had other matters to attend, but bartok's schedule was wiiiide open, and the coywolf did not care to crowbar any sort of personal details from him, leaving the wisenheimer in the aching afterglow of curiosity. he caught up with anselm and planted himself on a branch. "your blood." he crowed, bobbing his upper-weight on the spindling broomstick of a tree-limb, making it shake and snap. he caught himself with a lash of his wings. "your blood." he grated bis.