Ravensblood Forest head-rush

Not the best hunting partner, but she will try her best :)

Olive drifted quietly through her forest, head in the clouds. She was still rather amazed at the novelty of the whole thing – Teaghlaigh, her new brothers and sisters, her home.  With her comfortable amount of free time now, her racing mind often settled on thoughts of her family. Where were they now? Would they be proud of her achievements… or disappointed in the fact that she had succumbed to the conformity and lack of liberty that resulted from pack life? Olive held her head a bit higher as she pushed the last though from her mind. The mistress was a Comhairleoir. She was assisting her fellow earthlings in the most intimate way possible. That alone was a great achievement.

Olive noticed a form in the distance and she felt silent, stopping in her tracks. Even her internal thoughts hushed as the strangers moved ever closer, but seemed preoccupied and unaware of her presence [though soon her scent would give her away]. Olive crept aside so that the trunk of a fir tree concealed her from the other wolf’s sight.  If they were to meet, Olive wanted it to be on her terms.

However, the male scent was layered with that of the forest – as if he had been here for a few days, at least. A wolf so new to the area would have wafted in foreign smells… but it was not enough to convince her. Olive suddenly felt the weight of her responsibility to Teaghlaigh on her shoulder.  Olive briefly thought of Arturo and Furiosa and how they would handle this situation.

Summoning unforeseen courage, Olive took a heavy step out from behind the tree. “Halt!” She bellowed, a bit more harshly than she intended. She immediately feared the forced deepness of her voice would cause male to see through her tough façade. A little more softly, she continued.

“Who are you?”