Ravensblood Forest featherlight

as the air turns colder, samothes limits his wanderings. there is work to be done in the forest still. he does, however, keep an ear out for the fey woman from the ocean, thelxiope - there is still time before winter, and he cannot predict if her assurances were true, but, he hopes.

and not for nothing. the scholar moves toward the source of the melodic howl, allowing the faintest smile to curve his mouth upward. he is not the first to arrive and he slips beside the ruddy woman gracefully, curious eyes drawn first to her (a pack mate he has yet to meet, he assumes), then to thelxiope, and finally to the mysteriously addled woman he met before, snowe. briefly he is surprised - she is the unexpected addition, and perhaps part of him feels a small measure of guilt for allowing her to roam after their encounter, even if he knows he made the right call at the time. but she must have found thelxiope after that. 

the cinnamon-colored woman - durnehviir, she'd introduced herself as - seems to have taken the charge. "it's good to see you," he tells thelxiope with a smile, then looks to his pack mate and clarifies: "i've met with them both, at seperate times. i will let them to introduce themselves." he has a feeling thelxiope will do a better job explaining snowe's circumstances if nothing else.