Ravensblood Forest of dancers and dreamers

As Arturo’s eyes and ivories flashed, the druid could easily recognize his ire. Never before had the man bared his fangs to her — never had he the reason. But Ceannasach’s intention was clear: stand down. now. An immediate sense of sorrow constricted her chest and windpipes and suddenly, the wounded waif wished for nothing more than exceed his command and leave the scenario entirely.  Olive was flighty like that, but flighty wolves made for lousy leaders. Clearly, Arturo had recognized that about her.

No, Olive hadn’t known just how angry Arturo was with her. What Olive had known was that Arturo was a steadfast creature, slow to trust but quick to forfeit that very same sense of trust. Perhaps that was how Arturo had risen to his current station in life, leading wolves who never recognized that they needed such leadership [much like Olive herself]. Later, the ashen woman would be able to recall her many mistakes: how she had slighted the very man whom she pledged to serve, put the entire family in danger, endangered the man and babies she loved so deeply…. but nothing could ever compare to the pain she had felt in that moment, upon the territory of the stygian hellhounds. If she could survive such otherworldly hopelessness, Olive was certain that she could survive anything — and she could certainly survive Arturo’s ire. She only needed to speak with him, alone, and Olive was certain that all misgivings would be rectified. Olive was one of Teaghlaigh’s founding members, after all; and the two would always have that core connection, no matter what miasma of negative vibrations concealed it.

The petite shewolf, unable to focus on the stranger’s woes, several steps backwards. Her tailed hung and curled between her feathers hocks [one stained pink and twisted from another’s jaws] in a quiet form of submission. Arturo was in control now and unless directly addressed, she would no longer speak; but she would not leave, for she did not want this stranger to understand the sensitive dynamic between Ceannasach and his Poilin. Olive was not an easy woman to lead and her entire mien seemed to repel control... and this, Olive never truly knew if this would lead to her eventual salvation or her eventual defeat — but, for now, all it seemed to lead to was her fall from grace.