Fairspell Meadow the twice-invoked

As watchful and paranoid as he was, it was no small wonder when Leshen’s stalker did not go unnoticed. He turned abruptly to face the one who approached in the dying light and was immediately set on edge, for it should have been him doing the investigating – certainly not the other way around. Our raider was offended.

The quills that dressed his back lifted and rippled in baleful waves; his bloody gaze zeroed in on the canid shape’s face. He became rigid, like a startled feline, but made no threatening sound or effort to retreat. He presented no welcome either, since the spy was so brave. He wondered how far they would hazard to come near, while his wild eyes dared the stranger to come within reach.