Ravensblood Forest the blood and the crow

And just like that, he was in the pack. Or at least, what was to become a pack. He had yet to see what would become of this budging group, but he supposes that he will stay for the meantime, to see what they would be. He wants to simply accept it and slink away, but he is stopped by another question.

It has been a while since someone had asked him of his origin. Though, this had been one of the longest conversation he had been in in a long while. He isn't sure how to respond. Somewhere far away. I doubt the pack still exists, But, he supposes, that they are still lingering there, wrapped in the ways of their pathetic god. It makes no matter to him. He is here now, though. He looks to his new superior, mutely asking him if he could go now.