Raven's Watch Femme fatale

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When the child was without an adventure to take or the need to satisfy natural urges, he wandered. Aimlessly and thoughtlessly, he trekked through the territory, mindful always of his surroundings. Each time he neared a path that would carry him beyond the Watch, the boy would turn around and head in the opposite direction, not yet ready to trek too far whilst unaccompanied by the great northerner. After so many steps—at times, it almost seemed as if he might be counting them—the wraith stopped and sniffed the air, inhaling as many scents as he could pick through without overwhelming himself. They were usually the same each time his body was stilled, consisting of the various other wolves who occupied the land; these creatures he avoided, altering his direction when it was necessary so that he wouldn’t run the risk of crossing paths with them. This time around, however, something was different. As the child slowed to a stop and sucked in a breath, there was an unfamiliar scent intermingling with the rest. Sneezing, he forced the smell from his nostrils and then scrunched up his face, right before setting off to locate the source.

Eros’ search was drawn to a close as he neared a water source, his gaze having landed upon a wolf. From a distance, he observed her, wondering if she might be dead. Inching closer, he discovered that the wolf was still very much alive, resulting in a frown crossing his lips. Without much thought having gone into his actions, he shoved his ears forward and forced out a throaty chuff with the intention of grabbing the woman’s attention. She had entered his home, the place that he viewed as a safe zone, and so he expected an explanation for her slovenly comportment. Though only a child, he understood the disrespect displayed, and it unsettled him greatly.

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