Raven's Watch Whatever you do, do it with all your might.

As she meandered through the forest, Durnehviir felt somewhat liberated. The pack had freed themselves of the coast just in time, it seemed, and she was glad that they'd decided on a plan for the next chapter of their lives before things got too messy. It was sad to leave Ravensblood behind, especially considering what she knew it meant to Constantine, but she was confident that they would thrive better than ever in Swiftcurrent.

The russet wolfess thought fondly of the den she'd once shared with her mother and brothers, the one she'd instinctively gone to upon her return to the Teekon. Butterflies whirred in her belly at the thought of making it hers, a safe and familiar hollow to whelp her own litter when the time came. Within her womb the pups stirred, this sudden burst of energy giving the impression that they, too, would be happy there.

Durnehviir paused when the scent of a stranger flooded her nostrils, and over-sized ginger ears perked high stop her lovely crown. Wide champagne eyes scanned the woods for any sign of another, but the figure remained hidden among the foliage. She twitched her feathery tail, uncertain, before encouraging them to reveal themselves with a soft woof.