Ravensblood Forest What's A Guy to Do When Nothings Standing Still for You?

astara gave perhaps the first indication in their encounter that she understood some part of him, for as he spoke her gaze trailed to the trees. here their flanks bled freely, an oozing liquid -- blood, she thought.

scanning their surface astara concluded with a shrug, for whatever bled these trees dry had no impact on her own flesh. after a precursory sniff, astara slipped around one dark and sappy bough, tracking the scent of water.