Ravensblood Forest O Brother Where Art Thou?

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A summons rises upon the border for him, masculine but not a voice that Ceannasach readily recognizes. A slight crease of his brow is given unaware that he is known by name by many these days, with Donnelaith razed to the ground and the radio silence of Blackrock Depths. Still, the gangster alters his course upon the borders making his way towards where the second summon, by name, follows. The melanistic coywolf is weary and cautious as he nears, pace slow and even, the scent beyond Olive’s not familiar. He shrugs through some underbrush, his flank pressing against the rough trunk of a massive sequoia, fiery-red orange gaze taking in the scene. First his attention lands briefly upon Olive taking in her sorry state with a terse set to his lips. He is not the happiest with her nor her ebony mate at the moment but he says nothing: she is doing her job as red herring. The only issue was that this male knew who his name and was probably privy to who he was to Teaghlaigh, regardless Arturo made no moves to discern.

Instead, the gangster’s gaze flickers to the male, assessing him. There is something that strikes Arturo as familiar about him though he knows for certain that they had never met before. There is a resemblance to Lotte in his features and he is confident enough to speak, “You are Dagfinn?” but he does not know for sure. He can only hope that his assumption is an educated one and not the kind that would leave him looking like an ass.

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