Ravensblood Forest For the Record this is Self Destruction

Standing beside the trunk of an old weathered birch tree, the raven-cloaked female nibbled at a piece of loose bark. Snapping if off, her brief work was rewarded with the oozing of clear, sticky tree sap. She licked at it ravenously, savouring every drop.
The sap would provide her with a multitude of vitamins and minerals, enough to stave of any deficiencies she may have acquired after weeks of scavanging.
When the tree wound no longer oozed the viscous liquid she craved, she circled around the slim silver trunk in search of another piece of curling bark to tear off. Resourceful in her habits, the dark female would make the most of the supply whilst it was on offer.
However, when her eyes caught a glimpse of another dark figure, she stopped what she was doing to watch him, hidden behind the trunk of the bleeding birch tree.