Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

Ever hear of a saying, kid? Verx drawled, rolling his eyes. Before he could ask for the boy's name, a scent on the wind drew his attention--and he turned to see Blackhead, her yellow eyes fixed unnervingly on him. And then there were two, as the mouthy bastard from the Sound came to her side. Now all they needed was that pale fucker who'd tried to chase him off neutral territory and it would be a real party.

Take a picture--it'll last longer, he shouted to the Rusalka pair, brows coming together. He glanced back at the young man. They're creepy as fuck. Hide out in their little nest down by the sea. Not great company.