Ravensblood Forest of dancers and dreamers

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A call from his borders apprehends Arturo from his plans to venture back out into the Wilds, to leave behind his borders in search of wolves that he could recruit and or at least trust as messengers to get out the word: Teaghlaigh sought recruits. In his anger at Dakarai and Olive his motives are purely selfish: he seeks more adults for the livelihood of his own children. Despite that it has yet to become any more severe Arturo has not put the problem aside, nor has he forgotten about it. It cannot take up all of his focus as he has many duties to tend to, recruitment aside, and he deigns to spend as much time with Lotte as he can not wanting to miss any second of …anything. It was true that the babes were probably not even much of anything yet but Arturo is in love and it has struck him true and deep. The children growing within her womb were only something to make the stars in his eyes shine all that brighter.

Ceannasach makes his way to where the howl has risen from with swiftness, his steps slowing as his fiery red-orange gaze seeks and soon finds the woman though she does a good job of camouflaging in with the snow blanketed landscape around her. If not for the markings of black she bore and her blue eyes he might have missed her at first. His approach is with purpose, his tail giving an errant flick against his back hocks as he draws nearer, drinking in her scent and letting it tell him the information that he would not ask: her age, her health, and that she is lone. “This is Teaghlaigh,” Arturo introduces the pack, introduces Ravensblood Forest with it’s bleeding trees in his deep, accented smoky timbre, giving a soft gesture towards the territory behind him. “Why have you come to our borders?” Oh, Arturo has a fairly good idea: and he hopes that his assumption is right. For now, he keeps his sharp facial features impassive offering her his rapt attention nevertheless, acting as the sentry of the lands. Would he have ever had any interest in guardian besides leadership necessity he would have perhaps made a fine one (he had the skill enough for how many times he’d intercepted wolves at his borders) but he does not favor patrolling only doing it because it is expected of him. The interception of wolves he didn't mind so much but he does not deny that he finds patrolling ...rather boring. This is better than a patrol however, even though he knows not yet what way it will go. So he is patient as he waits for her to respond.

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