Ravensblood Forest What we ain't got.

caiaphas' gaze raked over the stump with callous abandon, hoping to see some sort of pale bone shaft protruding from the dark male's flesh. a disappointment then, when there was no gore behind the grisly view.

she returned her attention to his muzzle, noting the coldness of his pale blue eyes. she had seen many wolves with blue eyes -- all of them possessed of a genial warmth she suspected burke would never know the sensation of.

it was a disappointment that he did not know of the princes in which she had spoken -- was he a blackfeather wooods acolyte then? even she knew of meldresi's creed, though only because the painted witch had told her. caiaphas did not let this discourage her. "the gods the mother of darkness worships. meldresi." she pressed, looking upon him without a trace of fear in her feral yellow gaze. the entire of her life she had been dwarfed by wolves -- and this day was no different.