Ravensblood Forest falling like ashes to the ground

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the woman accepts his advice - or seems to, anyway - and falls silent, and a third arrives to join their flank. samothes doesn't know him either, casting a quick scrutinizing glance across his silver form (the nasty scarring on his face is of interest, but otherwise, there's not much to write home about). 

the scholar dips his head once in agreement to constantine's plan, muscles coiling as he waits for the cue. when their shadowed leader leaps forth samothes leaps too, curving around the doe's side for teeth to seek purchase in the soft flesh of her side.