Tova’s nostrils flared momentarily as she inhaled the sweet scent of the basket of apples, before turning her gaze to the raging storm outside. The offer was fairly tempting - the apples were large and ripe, promising a robust, succulent treat. However…
A smirk rose on her lips as she glanced back at the beautiful bard. Revenge was a dish best served cold, after all.
"Now, A’shtola… eet es my turrrrn…"
Tova moved quickly and grabbed A’shtola roughly by the hair, dragging her out of the warm hut and into the blizzard. The door slammed shut and a thump could be heard shortly after, followed by a moan as the Kaldyr descended onto the Seeker’s body with tongue and fang.