Ravensblood Forest Homecoming Hunter

Olive was beaming. This is what she lived for! There was nothing better than finding peace where there once was strife. The universe was too encumbered with sadness for her taste and any time she could temper or douse one of those flames, the lighter the [her] burden became. Of course, Chusi and Dakarai had come to some sort of muted agreement only; the type of conclusion you reach only by swallowing your pride and shaking the hand of the other quarreling faction [Olive had to do this many times with her older brothers growing up…so she knew that pride was a hard pill to choke down]. But, it was an accord nonetheless!

Her joy was somewhat abated when she joined her king, standing abreast of the fallen elk child with him. The young warrior had already trotted ahead of them, deeper into the familiarity of Ravensblood and she would never leave Dakarai to carry this haul alone. No, this was her own pill to swallow — and so Olive gripped the spindly leg of the ungulate within her jaws, ignoring the stench of death that stung her sensitive nares. She picked up the weight of it and helped Dakarai to carry it deeper into the familiarity of Ravensblood Forest, where the family would feast amongst the literal and figurative darkness.