Totoka River Silence falls across the land

Because I would love to see how these to interact: @Grievous (maybe @Thyri, if she and Griev are travelling together?)

At night, he wandered, blown about the wind in search of enemies, of new places and people, of food. He was always swept back to the Raven's Watch, where he settled alongside his boy, lapsing off into weary sleep until another night came. It had been his routine ever since the great Arctic Beast — Bane — had left, retreating with winter and cold to the north in order to find more wolves...so he said, so he said. They had been left alone for a few moons now, watching the earth around them blossom into life, the ravens for which their home was named multiplying and flourishing above as they grew stagnant. He contemplated, many a time, rousing Mazatl one night and never coming back, leaving the empty Watch alone. Bastian they never saw, and so would be assumed gone if not for the brief scents of the German. Eros had been missing, his scent too faded. No other wolf, lured by Bane's honey-tinged words came to their door. It had been primarily him and his boy that he saw in the Watch, less than enough to hold down the fort.

Sunrise was coming soon, the skies to the east lightening, the calls of songbirds intensifying in a wave sweeping towards the shore, but Athan had not yet turned to return to the Raven's Watch. Instead, the strigoi lingered over the river, panting. Blood and water dripped from his muzzle, the differing consistencies creating a strange tattoo of plops on the stones and gravel by the shore of the river. A wolf lay dead, half in the water, a ruby necklace pouring into the waters and dyeing it maroon and crimson. He had been chasing the man all night, determined to fell the wily, teasing creature before night's end, and a burst of triumph had sided with pleasure and completion in his brain when the man fell, his blood spurting into the strigoi's wanting mouth. 

His crimson and pink tinged tongue slid over his stained ivory fur, his body collapsing under him in exhaustion. Ce păsărică ai fost, He cooed to the body, the glassy eyes now reflecting the sun's rising rays rather than the spark of life that had long since faded.