Ravensblood Forest Sight.

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Arturo, as per usual, was up before the morning sun had even risen, had caught Chusi her breakfast, left it in the usual place for her before he'd ran his patrols. The morning chill moved through his coarse, longer winter coat, battling against the warmth he put off and seeping into his bones. Winter was rapidly approaching and though it was always a concerning season for packs he was not overly concerned about Teaghlaigh's chances of survival. They were strong and Chusi was, despite the fact that he spoiled her so, at an age where she could contribute to the pack and she did not need to rely solely on them. Arturo was not sure the exact age of his young ward but she was old enough to hunt for herself and work to her apprenticeships which she did with such ambition that it reminded Arturo of his own. Chusi could have so easily been his own daughter, and he treated her as if she were his own flesh and blood. To Arturo there was no distinction. She was not born Fearghal but she was one.

With his patrol wrapped up for the morning he marked one last tree before he wandered further inland, towards the beating heart of the Forest, giving a start of surprise when he came upon Aster's scent and followed it merely out of curiosity than anything. When he came upon the pale moon kissed woman his fiery, red-orange gaze took in her disposition, analyzing her body language carefully. “Is something amiss, Aster?” Arturo inquired, giving a soft cough to announce his presence to her, knowing as he rounded her, keeping distance as to not avoid her personal space.

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