April fools!
I'm writing you guys a fic with all the lovely prompts I couldn't get to draw this month uwu (More art to follow later this month, fear not)
I hope you like it!
Trevor is deep into the keep's grounds when he hears a rustling behind him; he picks up the movement in the undergrowth immediately. His senses are still sharp, instincts ever vigilant in him, though he's been learning to dull his reflexive responses to them for the past months.