Ravensblood Forest im stealthy. like a ninja

Anyone Conan hasn't met yet! :)

Conan wandered Teaghlaigh territory, the warm spring breeze rippling through his silvery grey coat, and ruffling the down honey that lined his nose and sides. Today was going to be a good day, he could tell. He'd hardly had to lick any of the bloody tree sap from his pelt, for he'd become much better at keeping it off of him. He really hated the stuff, it was always making his fur sticky and gross. Sticky was on of his least favorite feelings, thus sap was one of his least favorite things. He had found a nice sunny creek to sit by, lush green moss and some spring dandelions surrounded him. He thought about making a den near here, because he decided he quite liked it.

He lie down on a nice sunny patch of moss and looked at the creek, watching the water dribbling over the rocks and whatnot. It was very pleasant here, which Conan liked. He wondered what Declan was up to, and thought about inviting his brother to his newfound sanctuary, but figured Declan would find him if he wanted to see him.