Ravensblood Forest Get To Know One Another

Right as planned: on Donovan’s signal they were off, and away the raccoon bolted. A short chase later and Donovan had it first, Finley hot on its tail, and oh sweet sun what was he doing. She almost skidded to a halt in bewilderment as the brute grabbed the raccoon, shook it like a plaything, and up and away it flew into the woods, its hind limb left unhinged in his jaw as blood rained on the dirt below.

Woof. But she didn’t have time to think about it; Finley tore into the trees and engulfed the creature’s neck in her maw, putting it out of its misery with a satisfying snap.

In retrospect, it wasn’t going to escape any time soon, not in this condition. It dangled limply from her bloodstained snout as she brought it back towards Donovan, and dropped it before him. Part of Finley wanted to speak; the rest couldn’t find words, so she stared blankly at the hybrid instead, awaiting his next instruction.