Ravensblood Forest featherlight

When she heard the call at Ravensblood borders, Durnehviir's ginger ears stood tall atop her crown to listen carefully. She at once abandoned her search for the vole she'd smelt, treading with ease over the forest floor toward the border where an unfamiliar voice requested the attention of the wolves who resided within. Constantine would be sure to answer, the russet Frostfur was certain, and she was eager to support him.

When she slipped from the darkness, between the bleeding trees for which the territory had been named, her dark leader was not yet on the scene. Pale gold eyes looked upon an unknown pair of females - one with a pelt of ash, and another of darker fur - and Durnehviir made to close the distance between she and them.

"Hello," she said with a friendly swish of her feathery tail, seeing no need for a dominant display when they'd respected the land's outskirts abd waited patiently to be greeted. She noted with curiosity the burned hide of the darker wolfess and while Durnehviir did not recognise her as the girl she'd shared company with In the grotto only a short time ago, there was something vaguely familiar in her eyes. She wondered inwardly what had happened to this rugged stranger to inflict such marring on her body. "I am Durnehviir. What brings you both to Ravensblood Forest?"