Ravensblood Forest torture saints with a single glance

observing the coast, or so he claims. there has to be some purpose for him being here besides a simply sightseeing mission. "I've no allegiance," she answers, "though I stayed on the coast for a time," she was free of them, now, and in no mood to revisit the happenings of the past month. 

she shifts, then, gaze catching on a pair of ravens as they wing through the canopy. if she were alone, she'd have followed, but as it stands she returns her attention to the man after a beat. "observing?" she queries, an ear flicking atop her crown, "the coast, or the wolves that live on it?"