Ravensblood Forest so the past is not the past

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When Chusi had ceased to move beside him, drawing to a sudden stop Arturo followed suit, eyes scanning the landscape outside their borders, alert only to be soothed the moment he felt her press her forehead to his shoulder. He looked down at her from the corner of his eye, canting his muzzle towards her as her whispered plea lifted to his ears. “Don't you worry about such things Chusi,” Arturo spoke to assure her. “I'm not going to die any time soon.” He spoke with firm conviction, knowing his words to be true as he spoke them. Granted, nothing in life was a guarantee but he did not fancy the idea of her fretting over something that was so wholly out of her control and simply apart of nature. “Come on, lets keep marking the borders and you can tell me a story.” He encouraged, shifting so that he could nudge his muzzle against hers, offering her a rare, albeit genuine smile before they began their patrol where the pair had left off.

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