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

There was not much conversation to be had. Neither of them had come for company or conversation, and Doe was beginning to feel a little grated by his company. Old memories of his other self, no doubt, for he was being the perfect gentleman. Doe considered retreating, for a moment, and returning later when the borders were less guarded to continue her silent watch. Perhaps it was not the most polite of passtimes, but she was feeling listless enough to pursue the activity - at least until Arturo made his comment about their mutual family member.

A flick of the woman's large ears betrayed her interest in the topic at hand. Her own tongue darted out to wet her tongue as she moved closer still, tail wagging in agreement.

"Yes," she said, emphatically, her eyes seeming to brighten as she warmed to the topic. "Pale death - a panther," was her praise, reeled off of her earlier train of thought. "I was jealous to know that she'd promised herself to your pack, but I do not begrudge your ties."

Maybe a little bit. He didn't need to know.

Doe looked past him, into his forest home. "She's beautiful," she added, her voice distant. "She will glow in this forest."