Ravensblood Forest half-sweet white chocolate mocha

the forest grows with the chill in the air. it is good tidings as far as the scholar is concerned - his mood is cheered greatly by thelxiope's presence, and soon he thinks they will have numbers enough to lay claim to the forest officially. resultantly samothes has curbed his explorations of the surrounding territories, instead sticking close to ravensblood.

snow clings stubbornly to silver-tinted fur as he moves through the forest. he does not mind it, distracted by the scent of a stranger close-by. their territory is not officially theirs yet - he does not feel any protective irritations - but their scents are strong enough that someone's bypassing warrants a closer look. the messeda trails him, watching just long enough to decide it's safe to approach, and slips out of the shadows, rose-gold eyes bright. "going somewhere?"