Ravensblood Forest in a battle, that's all you get

Her scent came to him on the breeze, of Blackrock Depths and of sweet mother's milk. That scent, in an d of itself was not a scent that was easily forgotten by the Fearghal. She appeared a few moments after he'd caught her scent upon the wind, his steps ceasing to greet her. For the briefest of moments his thoughts flickered to Chusi and the way she had almost wanted to be sure that the Atoll of the Depths would not be joining them in Teaghlaigh. This was almost enough to make the father guardian bristle in warning. Yet, it was both unwarranted and Arturo believed unneeded thus he kept to his casual and indifferent demeanor. So long as she was respectable the terms and conditions of the alliance Arturo had struck with Skellige stood and thus Doe was to be treated as if she were apart of The Family. Her haughty mannerism did not impress the Ceannasach whose fiery, red-orange gaze studied her openly. He was a gentleman first and foremost and Doe was an ally.

“Doe,” The accented, smoky reticence of his softly deep and low voice into a soft murmur of greeting. He no longer recognized ranks of the Depths beyond Skellige and they were on his turf here. She had introduced him first as Riptide at her Den Night which gave Arturo all the silent explanation he needed when he tried to figure out why it appeared that she did not like him. But he wasn't Riptide. Riptide had been an unfortunate consequence to his tumble from Ravenshook Cliffs but as Arturo's head injury had healed the sea witch had become a indifferent memory.

“What brings you to Teaghlaigh's borders?” She was welcomed here, of course, just as any Depths wolf was but he was curious all the same. It seemed a little too early for Skellige to be calling on his and The Family's aid already.