Ravensblood Forest The one that will occasionally openly steal babies

feel free to skip me!

the little wraith stalked after her shade’s scent, perplexed by his reason for leaving with little warning between them. she knew the boy to be a stalker by trade; in light steps she followed after, sticking close to dappled pools of shade where she would be least detectable. 

astara came across merrick, but he was not alone. a youngling perhaps half her age had taken notice of her companion’s presence. breath hitched in her lungs as she watched, leonine and curious for what might unfold.