Haunted Wood Excuse me while I hit that Woah

it was not out of obligation that the blackbird padded her way towards the call, but a burning sense of curiosity. its maker was young, yet brimstone fire burned in his gaze — astara measured him clinically. 

his howl was a challenge of sorts, yet the wraith issued her own in return. with a flat expression that seemed goading in disinterest, the she-wolf jutted out her chin, bringing her proud head above valour’s in smug disobedience.