Wraith in the snow

Leaning against one of the pine trunks, Sephiran indulged in the scene unfolding before him. Ravana was engrossed in her work- crushing the caps of red mushrooms, reducing it into a salve before adding three, potent seeds. He felt a pulse of excitement quicken in his chest- the fox was growing more frantic, and Ravana, was more manic. The wicked glee on her face told him everything he needed to know- she was creating a poison.

Leaning forward on the edge of his seat, Sephiran savored the fox’s panic in the air- it was palpable- he could taste it on his tongue. Even the forest around them seemed to hold its breath- an oppressive weight of the inevitable, bearing down on the clearing in thick waves. But how would she transfer the poison into her victim, he wondered?

Ahh, the thought made his skin prickle with excitement.

"Sephiran Saxe"