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

He looked around, seemingly mockingbher with his obviously feigned discomfort, and Durnehviir furrowed her brow in mild offence. It wouldn't have surprised her if the coastal wolves had followed them in attempt to poke fun at their misfortune, but it was only in that moment that she entertained the fact that this boy was not to know. He was not there to witness the pack's departure from Ravensblood, after all.

With an awkward flick of a bright ear, the dragoness dipped her muzzle in delayed politeness. "Forgive me," she asked of the young loner, taking a tentative step toward him, "my pack is on the move. I thought you might've been one of our... previous neighbours."

The russet she-wolf paused again, eager to get a better look at him now that she'd explained her unease, but unsure if he would allow her. "My name is Durnehviir."