Wolf RPG

A few things came to mind in the anxious doe's racing thoughts -- one ecspecially involving the Pack's recent visitor. A part of Cyne worried for the pale boy and his well being, ecspecially acknowledging her own pack's animocity towards those with lighter or darker pelts.

No matter was his pelt color -- the boy was willing to join the ranks and become a part of their family. And one among us, Wren, trusted him as well; is that not enough?

It may not be enough for some, so hopefully Cyne could find a way to make their new recruit feel at home. If Wren and him were already acquainted, that shouldn't be too difficult. In addition, the nurse overheard @Ravinger wishing to share his den with them; it was a good start.

The damsel trailed along Kingslend's grounds and searched for her the bard. Perhaps he'd accept her offer to help...

Ravinger wasn't a difficult fellow to find. As he often was, the bard was waxing lines and poetry set to music while sprawled out on a bed of dry leaves.  Currently, he was on his back with most of his legs up in the air simply hanging.  It was a position of laziness if nothing else, but he clearly wasn't concerned.  "In the hills I wander alone / Just a thought of my forest home / The echoing of your voice / Fills a harmony in my mind / as crystal pure / ...as the liquid sunshine," he sang the words seamlessly, his head returning back to his days of tutelage beneath many a traveling composer.

He closed his eyes as he brought the lyrics to life, his strong tenor carrying throughout the woods around him.  Ravinger would have gladly continued to delve deeper into his usual day-to-day stupor; however, an even greater opportunity presented itself (herself, rather).  Gentle footfalls alerted him to an approaching wolf, but he did not push himself up to see.  Instead, he arched his neck a little to try to see.  Her pelt colors were unmistakable, and so, he continued: "The water glides off your skin /  Sparkling as the purest of gems / Your eyes, they glitter and shine / Captivate my gaze in the warm sunshine!" Whether she knew it or not, he now sang directly to Cynefrid as she approached -- just like the cheeky bastard he was.