Ravensblood Forest looking up from underneath

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There were few days when the boy was reluctant to leave on a trip with Bane, often favouring the time spent away from the others. He wasn’t the least bit interested in them, nor did he feel particularly at ease when around even just one of the other men. Each had their own peculiarities, some worse than others, but none being quirks that he could look passed. A recent attack that he’d witnessed had set him back on his path to settling in with the group, awakening a memory that he had once actually forgotten. This he had not shared with the northerner, nor did he plan to; it was something that he felt he had to deal with on his own, lest he be written off as the weakest link. Still, with the memory fresh in his mind, he’d viewed the prompt to travel as the perfect escape. It put distance between himself and the streaked killer, as well as allowed him to learn a thing or two—things that he so often used to better himself, as well as further develop his skills and soothe all lingering anxieties.

With a pelt of white always well within his line of sight, the lanky boy trudged along, wandering away here and there; he never lost his way, refusing to go far enough to do so. What felt like ages ago, the wraith had journeyed far from his home, and a way back was never found. Of course, never had he truly looked, for the thought that he might be reunited with his mother shot a surge of fury through his veins, but he still wondered if venturing too far might result in him being lost once again. The Watch, though home to plenty of wolves whose presences he could do without, had become his new home. It felt like a safe space, plus it housed the very wolf whose steps he currently followed in, and so the thought of never finding his way back to it left a sour taste in his mouth; in truth, it was the notion of never seeing Bane again that he couldn’t stand, seeing as the man had become something of a paternal figure to the kid. The thought—or perhaps it was a fear—kept him from going too terribly far away, as well as served as a tether to ensure that he was always dragged right back into his place at the man’s heels. A position that gave him the ability to not only enter what seemed like entirely new worlds, but also to learn within the various realms. Never were his days dull—especially not this time around, as trees that stretched miles into the sky greeted them with somber expressions, the whispers within their branches enticing.

Whatever traces of a pack that might have lingered were unnoticed, Eros’ attention being on the canopies as he wondered about what secrets they kept. At one point, he’d fallen behind due to needing to scurry off and relieve himself on the roots of one of the mighty trees. In the process of searching for the scarred male afterwards, he was urged to move faster by the sound of a howl, curious and excited. When he came upon the duo, he slowed to a stop near Bane’s left flank, a gaze of gold staring at the woman; he cared not if he might be caught, grasping little of the concept of manners.

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