Ravensblood Forest your key won’t shine like this

eyy, stalker boy saucy greets him as she draws nearer with a smirk and a sway of her tail. wintersbane gives a theatrical roll of his eyes and a low snicker. i'm not your stalker boy — he grumbles half-heartedly. haven't even seen you in ages. ok, so maybe ages was a bit of an exaggeration but it's true they haven't spoken in some time. months, likely. pick any good fights lately? wintersbane asks her and then draws in her scent noting that it's no longer singular. other scents lay over her own now and he doesn't particularly recognize them. seems like you found a pack. he points out similar to her observation the first time they met with a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.