Ravensblood Forest O Brother Where Art Thou?

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“Alright,” Arturo murmurs in agreement when Dagfinn let it be known that it was he (Arturo) that was to lead the hunt. Arturo knows that if he is to make their hunt successful that he is going to need to focus upon the task but the truth is that his mind in going in so many different directions and his attention, while give impassively to the actual chore of finding a trail, resides most actively upon his brother-in-law. He does not know Dagfinn and is not sure how the younger male would react as he speaks of the children he is confident that are growing within Lotte’s womb but he is offered respite and relief when Dagfinn congratulates him. For a moment, the gangster’s stoic mask is broken and a smile forms upon his lips. Arturo, despite the potential trouble that Dakarai and Olive’s carelessness might have brought to Teaghlaigh, is happy. He is with Lotte and he is starting a family with Lotte. It was all he wanted: to see Teaghlaigh succeed for generations after him and to raise children and grow old(er) with Lotte.

“Thank you,” Arturo responds with a dip of his crown, before his burning gaze flickers to his nightingale’s twin. “and congratulations to you for becoming an uncle.” This is not Arturo’s first litter and though he feels the same giddy bubble, the same butterflies as he felt the first time he found out he was going to be a father he lacked the nerves that accompanied the first time around; and for that he is grateful. “I hope that you will come to see them when they are born. I suspect Lotte would like that a lot.” Arturo both suggests and offers Dagfinn with a friendly wave of his tail as he pressed on giving pause only to bow his head to drink in the scents of woodland creatures that intermingle to find one that is relatively fresh.

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