Ravensblood Forest In the combat between wisdom and feeling, wisdom never wins.

for @Arturo or anyone else that might find him on the territory outskirts! An attempt to join, maybe. Still uncertain about it haha.

He had traveled up the coast, met numerous strangers each with their own virtues, but Pendragon had not encountered Rhona again. Nor did he encounter any beasts affiliated with a kingdom; no knights, no commoners even — but there had been the signs of a gathering at least a days march west from where he had stopped. So, encouraged by his own imaginings (that perhaps Rhona had also found this kingdom and sought shelter with them), he doubled back.

It did not take long for his surefooted strides to bring him to the patch of columbine that had caught his attention prior; perhaps it wasn't the exact series of flowers, but they held the same scents. The blooms had spread throughout the forest's edge and dotted the grass with bright pinpoints of color. While Pendragon was enamored by this sight, he knew not to be distracted this close to an established kingdom. No, rather, he investigated the layered scents he found alongside the floral scents, making his presence known easily enough as he was doing nothing to hide himself or sneak about.

Being from a land which was secluded and well protected (by the weather, the terrain, and the knights of the court), Pendragon had never been made to deal with strangers on the outskirts of his home territory; thus he was not sure of the proper ettiquette, and did not howl or alert anyone in any garish manner. Instead he loitered like a fool, but this would be a learning experience — if anyone were to find him, he would have an explanation ready.