Ravensblood Forest pale sun rising

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Olive was deep in her thoughts when she happened upon Ceannasach. That was usually how it went; the repetitive act of traveling [plodding along through her environment] gave her an opportunity to just think. She often got caught up in wild stories, memories, emotions… vivid pictures playing in her head, like one of those old-timey photo clicking things. Most of the time, it was very cathartic. But at that moment, the thoughts that enshrouded the sylph were troubled — very much so. Olive had a difficult time making sense of the scene she lay witness to; with the Blackrock Depths wolves Doe, Syzmon and the dark, silent one. It made Olive sad to see a woman so clearly tormented; but tormented by what? Olive had been known to succumb to the voices in her head on more than one occasion, but never had she experienced something as the small shewolf had, convulsing on the numbing, frozen ground.

The shadowed form of Arturo, materialized amongst the bleeding timbers, initially shocked the distracted woman. Her musculature tensed momentarily and her jaw clicked shut, but the woman soon relaxed when she recognized who the dark form belonged to. Olive felt safe around Arturo. He was a serious man; a man of his word. Olive allowed her stance to settle a bit and dipped her head in a respectful bow. “Arturo,” she began softly, letting her voice taper off. The woman had much to share with him [from her time spent with their alliance], but she pressed her lips together and kept silent. He was her leader and as such, she would always let him speak first.