Ravensblood Forest Betrayal between the trees

It was gone, the sense of implicit safety of the thick sequoia trunks that dotted the earth; their aegis had been shattered by the death of Furiosa. It was a sobering and mortal time for the woman of cream and ash, who had quite literally never experienced something of this emotional magnitude and had a difficult time processing it. Since learning the news, Olive often found herself crying and sobbing in such manner that it would leave her with pounding headaches. But this could not helped, as her family had been torn and she felt torn, too. It was times like these that Olive wished Dakarai were not a comhlach but a fledged member of the family…if only, so that he could truly share the burden of their secluded sorrows. 

A wolf close to her had been ripped from them at the behest of another’s mouth and the pain and blood had seeped into the earth, sickening it. The trees and the life in them protested too. The forest had eyes, and this event had tied another tight knot in the string of their collective consciousness. The energies of the forest were angry and it buffeted Olive persistently so that she were constantly uneasy and unable to eat. Those interminable days following the murder, her connection to the earth was nauseating.

Her own relationship with Furiosa had been an odd one. After all, Olive had first been introduced to Teaghlaigh as somewhat of a prisoner. But it had been Olive’s choice alone to join the family and soon after the woman was as fond of the white warrior’s tact and tenacity. Furiosa had been one of the shadows and in her absence, Olive had been patrolling and ranging the forest almost nonstop. Even her own dextrous, trail-hardened paws were aching from the misuse. But Arturo had asked them to protect themselves from the culprit and Olive would do nothing less for her family.

Walking along one day, Olive came across Isley. There were only a handful of wolves that comprised Teaghlaigh and sometimes she would go days without seeing another. Normally this pleased the solitary woman, but now she craved intimacy and closeness. Drifting upon the healer, Olive dipped her head in a delicate bow. “Isley,” olive whispered simply, unable to hide the emotion in her voice. Her swimming, viridian pools fell upon the firewoman, her gaze pleading for the solace of family.