Ravensblood Forest the blood and the crow

The other wolf studied him just as intently – the wraith was not bothered by it, and instead, offered a light nod to the offer of a name. The question was brought about, and the shadow runner did not hesitate in his response. “Something more – something permanent,” he rumbled, allowing no doubt to creep to his tone. Permanent seemed a joke these days – his birth pack was long gone, and Donnelaith burnt to the ground. Anything he would have held as constant in his life was now gone. The knowledge of it was enough to encourage him to succeed in his endeavour – to build a legacy within this forest and thrive – a pack of rounded skilled wolves that stuck to the law of the hierarchy and wolf.
 
“We seek wolves of varying skills and strengths.” He left it at that – the dark male before him was either passing through, or he would be interested to know more.