Ravensblood Forest Home // Dirty Paws

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Cameron trotted through the forest, once again admiring its trees. The name didn't betray it. The amount of ravens he'd seen flocking was incredible, and the bloody sap on the trees. Not to mention it was a pretty badass name. Ravensblood Forest. He stopped by a sequoia to sniff at something of the molten sap, remembered that awful experience he had that one time when he had licked it, and then moved on, enjoying a walk through his new home.

Soon he caught a scent, one he hadn't smelled before, but that snaked through the trees through the territory. He was sure Arturo wouldn't let any intruders enter, so he trusted that this wolf wasn't one. But it was now his duty as a pack wolf to protect the territory, so he had to be sure. And he wanted to meet more of his new pack mates, so if it wasn't a trespasser, this was a good time to do so. He followed the scent until he found a female wolf, older than him but not old, collecting some leaves.

Hey! Are you the family's healer? He asked, just curious.