Ravensblood Forest Shadows in the Dark

The male was intimidating. After bridging the gap between the pair Ayvo got a full glance of how enormous his counterpart truly was. He smelt of wolves and blood. The young male didn’t want to question why he smelt of blood, he would just assume the wolf had come from a hunt. Barely touching a trunk nearby the bear of a wolf sat proudly. He introduced himself as Ragnar right before letting out a groan as he moved his massive body. Ayvo being anything but a curious wolf left his grunt in pain alone. As far as the male was concerned he had never heard it.

The vale was abandoned by his previous packmates, and now by himself. ”Slowly our numbers dwindled; I was one of the very few left. I would have loved to stay but there was nothing left but memories and broken promises. I swear I am not a wolf who runs away from troubles. There just wasn’t anything more I could do.” Ayvo spoke almost pleading his character to the other male.