Ravensblood Forest falling like ashes to the ground

For @Samothes, @Screech and @WhisperDawn but AW. Quick paced thread to help get RBF established. :)

There was a certain rigidness in the shadowrunner’s posture as he paced forward – his eyes were fiery, roving the shadows of the forest before him and his jaw remained clenched and straight. The y had marked borders. They had lived among the ravens and the woods and settled themselves. There was even the scent of another among them now – a she-wolf he had yet to meet, but trusted one of his comrades had allowed her to stay. Samothes was dutiful in his word – Durnehviir was the answer to his restless and guilt-wracked mind. Screech was slowly healing.
 
He found what he sought. The lone doe was limping – injured. His eyes feasted upon it with consideration, his gaze tracing the open gash along its hind leg that seemed to falter its steps. Scrapes and cuts littered its once graceful body, and Constantine noted that the most likely cause had been a devastating fall.
 
He did not hesitate longer – they would work as a unit. His muzzle tipped upward – the crooning howl beckoning his comrades to join him and quickly. They would not need many to take down the creature – and as his song ended, he eyed the doe, now stricken still as understanding seemed to dawn upon it. It would be an act of kindness, really. And the meat would do them all well, given the cold winter months.
 
Even more, it was time to start acting like pack if they were to be one.