RAVEN FENRIR LAURENT
By the time Raven arrived at the Laurent Châteaux, the city was wide awake and active. Golden light cut across glass towers like blades.
He had washed in his cabin near the training grounds, however, he returned home in his training leather. When he got home, he washed again, switching one mask with another.
He stood at the windows that graced the dinning area with a view of nature's plain, bathed in a light that appeared undeserving. His mind resolutely stuck on the incident from earlier. A few had gotten away.
He hated unfinished work.
But he couldn't go after them. Not because he didn't want to. But because no matter how much his mind revolved around this morning's incident, he couldn't grasp the scent, or trace it outside the training grounds, and neither
