Ravensblood Forest featherlight

@Samothes, @Constantine, and @Snowe (hope it's ok that I made a couple assumptions! let me know if anything is off

She had led the girl from the coast carefully, slowly, noting the weakness in her and adapting smoothly. She knew of Ravensblood; she had passed it in her wanderings of the coast, and made special note of it after her meeting with the rose-eyed man. Unwillingly, a little smile drifted to her maw as she thought of him, his scent greeting her, among others, as she came to the edges of the little claim. She regarded the girl as if to say this is it, before tilting back her muzzle and allowing a howl to fall from it, long and ululating. 

She sat back on her haunches, positioning herself beside the girl and her gaze settling into the depths of the territory. It certainly was dark, and she could only hope that this Constantine was not similar in nature. She kept peculiarly still as she waited, as she always did, gaze drifting to the girl lightly until some denizen of the wood would draw it forward again. "We wait, then."  She said if only to break the silence.