Ravensblood Forest the swirling stream of what is and what was

Dakarai stood still and Silent his eyes going cold as he fought against the desire to speak out once more, despite Ceannasach being clear on the matter. He would take his punishment, but if anyone expected him to regret saving Olive they could shove it. Looking At Lotte he saw the fire in her gaze and decided he would speak with her more privately and explain fully what had gone down when he and Olive were out.


As the familiar face of the sheep dog appeared he allowed his demeanor to change, and he gave her what he hoped came across as a smile of welcoming and warmth. This was the woman who helped tend to his wounds and infections, the woman who pretty much saved his life. He would never have made it this far if the woman had not tended to his health. Now that he had properly greeted the woman properly  he heeded her silent command and stepped into the water, wading deeper until his wounds were covered up. With stiffness and obvious pain he gently washed himself, watching in silence as the blood clouded the water.