Reverse bear trap

It's a strange rhythm that the Huntsman falls into once he's found the first fresh set of claw marks in the trunk of a tree. (And he swears he can hear the Greatwood screaming at his husband for such a thing). While the dragon within him wants to stalk and scent and prowl, the luxere feels much more like fleeing from the evidence of such an obviously dangerous presence. The result, then, is disappointingly human, and Ronin hikes through the trees much like any other man might, carefully keeping both sets of instincts under wraps lest he lose his mind and fling himself into the nearby river. Speaking of which, the symphony that the Stonesong has become makes its voice all too clear as Ronin draws close to the banks, turning his blue eyes up to the boughs that stretch overhead. It's with a smile on his lips that he brushes his fingers against what he hopes is the last tree trunk raked by claws, emerging onto the riverbank in search of the Lullaby. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.