Ravensblood Forest the heart won't lie

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The surge of territoriality within his chest was akin the smoldering, glowing embers of a fire that had been disturbed and awoken, a flame rising to like up at the oxygen it was suddenly provided. It was not uncommon for the Viking to feel territorial over lands whether or not they belonged to him. This forest was sacred to Odinn even if the wolves of this posh summer lands did not realize it, even if they continued and forevermore remained ignorant. Automatically, he felt a feral need to protect this forest from others, and not just the portion of it that Pump intended to claim. It was not entirely fair, Björn acknowledged given that he was not the only wolf to worship Odinn as their primary God and that what remained unclaimed of it should be open for the others. In this, Odinn’s generosity and knowledge exceeded his own; then again Björn supposed that was what made him a god. Leathery black nostrils flared upon the Viking’s exhale as the woman seemingly jumped rather abruptly to her paws and exclaimed in a rather defensive grumble that she was not trespassing.

Irises of liquid ice widened as abysmal pupils narrowed, scarred left ear twitching absently as his tail lashed against his hind legs once, the muscles beneath his right shoulder jumping and twitching as his scabbed wound itched like a heathen quite abruptly. Lips twitched as if they desired to curl back from his teeth - and indeed they did, but not to threaten her. The desire to bite at his healing wound was great - as it was most days. The salve Thistle had slathered on it in attempts to prevent the itching seemed to be disappointingly losing it’s effectiveness upon him.

“For now,” The Viking broke his silence, his voice soft and quiet - unexpected from the stereotype of his boisterous ilk. In simplicity’s terms, Björn broke a lot of those stereotypes while solidifying many others. “Part of this forest is intended to be claimed.” It wasn’t a threat, just a fair warning. The Viking still thought with a stubborn certainty that the should relocate to the forest entirely, but Pump had not seemed all that concerned about another landslide. For the sake of her integrity, the savage hoped his leader was right in her flippant confidence. “What brings you to this sacred forest?” The Viking asked with muted curiosity in his tone, leaving it open for her to either indulge him or leave.