MALRIC
The idea of riding in a carriage in the biting snow that was his true territory was quite… insulting.
Normally, he would unleash the full form of his Arctic Wolf and roam the snow while relishing in what most people call the biting cold. Yet the matter of setting traps and faking baits had him settled in one such carriage when the departure to WinterFang began.
When he shut his eyes, Rooster's dead body appeared before his eyes and the account for the failed prison break.
More like a fake prison break.
The description of the perpetrator brought to mind the sketched image of Arrow that was once again in his grip as the carriage jostled forward.
The edges of the paper creased in his hand as the woman in them glared at her.
Face masked with a veil in a manner that felt traditional. Like a symbol of something strangers couldn't put to name.
Dressed in black from head to toe like all she yearned for was darkness and blight.
