Fighting was not quite the style for Ravenna. She was short and stocky and sometimes woke up with a bad hairday. It was all thanks to her father's lineage, she thought, and she normally did not care so much for her bulky figure but sometimes, just sometimes, she worried that she would not catch the eye of a certain someone. That he might desire someone taller, sleeker, and more elegant than she could ever be. On those days she would take a roundabout trip to the still waters that cut off from the rapid river so that she could gaze at her reflection and ease her vanity, for Ravenna's face was truly beautiful and feminine. She did what she could to make the thick fur of her body, coarse as it was, lay down and blend as much as she could into the far shorter hair on her legs. Warlow was the fighter in the family - he had about him a viking sort of feral nature. Ready to go from zero to one hundred and twenty in about 2 seconds flat. Ravenna preferred the easier method: bullying. She was quite good at it too.
Which is why she is so moody now for Grayson has at once taken the upper hand in their relationship. No longer did he bow to her whims but instead demanded she come with him.
Demanded! Can you believe it? She almost wants to snap his tail in half and drag him right back to the ocean and force that shellfish down his throat. Lucky for him, she thinks smugly, it was already miles out into the water. Maybe she could just drown him but then she would be forced to heal him again.
However he would not relegate her to the position of the subordinate and she moves to stride right next to him with her ears flicked back and a scowl on her face.
"Well, I'm so very sorry that I have been taking care of you since you decided to drown yourself. Next time why don't I drag you to the river so you can catch some fish yourself?" The words are sneered but she flicks her tail in a pleased manner, as if those cutting words did much to sooth her angst.
Now she blinks at him as if trying to decide whether he was mocking her or being genuine, her eyes filled with suspicion.
"I've had hare but I haven't hunted deer yet. Dad and Mom haven't been around much to help," she grumbles, glancing away as if it was a sin to reveal such intimate details. Really, she wasn't that mad at her parents.. and yet she was, in a way, because Enya was gone too and she had nobody. Except now she had Grayson.
"And I haven't had much luck with finding many pheasants either but I've been mostly gathering herbs. Find me one," she demands now and lifts her head with a challenging gleam.
"I wish to taste it."
Ravenna