Ravensblood Forest And if you long to never die

He nods to her plan and he allows himself to gaze over to her. Good meeting that fiery orange. For a moment he seems distracted, lost in her eyes. Shamelessly he gazes at her. “Perfect.” He hums with a growing smile. His usual predatory smirk appears when he finally looks away from her. “Let’s go then, dear.”

With that, he’s disappearing off to the direction the animals are facing. He wants to catch their attention so Simmik can easily herd them his way. They won’t even know she’s there. So he finally settles himself in the perfect position and flicks his eyes down to a twig on the grimy forest floor. Purposely snapping it beneath his weight, when he sees them next their attention is definitely on him.