Ravensblood Forest the blood and the crow

The red sap glistened on the trees as the morning light broke through the trees. The leaves would soon turn color to match the bleeding forest, and he welcomed the crispness in the air with a surge of confidence to succeed. Last year, he and @Aria had failed to start a pack of their own – in truth, he had been so worried over his sisters, his heart had only been partway within it.. But now, with nothing to lose, the wraith was only more determined to endure – to thrive. Casmir was long gone, as was Eilidh. Deirdre and Emaleth were dead – he could come to no other conclusion from the fire and devastation that had savaged Donnelaith. As the sole Mayfair that remained within Teekon Wilds, he held a new determination to see his father and mother’s legacy continue – for Deirdre, as well, his little right handed sparrow.
 
He did not turn his fiery eyes to look to the redwoods of the fallen Donnelaith – his heart could not take it each time he did. Instead, the wolf prowled what would become pack borders, if he could gain enough followers, and pushing his thick form upward, the shadowrunner scored the bleeding tree with his claw marks – leaving the scent of his paw pads upon it – staking his purpose here.