Ravensblood Forest Happens Like That

When Whisper's call summoned them, Durnehviir was loathe to respond. She furrowed her brow and curled closer to her dark companion, who pressed his muzzle to her pale cheek before withdrawing from her side. Cracking open her tired champagne eyes, the dragoness lifted her gaze to meet Constantine's, and offered a dreamy smile of her own as she gathered lazily to her paws.

She trailed after him, wondering inwardly what their blonde pack-mate wished of them, and lifted her oversized ginger ears as she and Constantine arrived on the scene to find their comrade alongside an unfamiliar male. Durnehviir's hackles bristled at once, for the stranger was deeper into their territory than she liked. There was no tension in the air, however, and their raven leader did not react with aggression, so the sleek Frostfur was content to remain in the background as Constantine asserted his display of dominance and rumbled a request for information.