Totoka River a time to be born and a time to die

It was not often he strayed from the forest these days – he found he had no need to, as wolves were slowly but surely filtering in. They were becoming a small band – but one he felt confident would bring promise to Ravensblood Forest. He had unfurled himself from @Durnehviir’s side only a few hours ago, seeking past the woods and the solitude it offered. He roved the length of a river, his paws feeling the weight of the familiar scent of the ocean as if it were poison – beckoning him to look within its depths and perhaps see the bodies of his sisters.
 
He did not know why he strayed so far – to clear his mind, perhaps, and to seek the solace of his own thoughts, for they remained overwhelmingly loud over the past few weeks. What he had not expected was the familiar form of an unwanted face before him. Slowing, Constantine studied the wolf without warmth as he withheld his lip from curling upward to further reveal his disdain. “Komodo,” he offered, studying the earth-colored man before him.
 
With @Aria residing in the forest for now, he had an implication to what the man currently sought. And despite everything, he felt the rise of jealousy pull at his chest once more.