Ravensblood Forest bonfire

all welcome! Takes place after the nsv avalanche.

Leaving his warriors to monitor the borders, Raheerah had followed the notion to familiarize himself with his pack's surrounding territories. While his wife was well acquainted with the lands neighboring the Vale, the dragon had paid little attention to the wilds since settling down im the valley. He was certain that he hadn't even left the Vale for the first month since the monk claimed it. But now that the valley was under his rule, he found himself adopting the responsibilities of true leadership. And while Raheerah's agenda was one of malice, it always helped to wield neutral knowledge, especially of the places and wolves around his home.

The beast had taken to the western coast, where the air grew heavy with salt and he could hear the roar of the ocean from the forest. He had never seen the ocean before, but the beast held no desire to. It was only out of necessity for information that he had pursued the sound. His tail wavered high behind him and now, Raheerah loped through the trees, making a mental note of how vast this thick and shaded forest was. Oily grey fur bled into the shadows of the forest, though he would just as quickly illuminate in patches of warm gold sunlight. His nose raised to the air and he breathed in, frowning at the salt on his tongue. He disliked the coast.