Ravensblood Forest quiero ser tu ángel

He had been here once before, of that he was certain. Though with the tendrils of winter firmly rooted in place it was different, familiarity rang here and there. The one thing that had changed was, outside of the landscape, was the foot traffic. Where on his previous passing through there had been the usual telling signs of wolves, they were more numerous and orderly. It was enough to lend him a wandering thought, but instinct would hopefully steer him clear of where they laid.

Sunlight caught the last of glittering frost along the trunks of trees as he moved on, his gilded gaze drawn to look between and beyond to the background. The coast was to his back now but the breeze still stirred sea salt from breaking waves; a smell he was not entirely used to. It would fade swiftly as he drew inland, though too far inland was a questionable course. He had grown fond of the hinterlands and the mountains that divvied up the world, perhaps a bit sentimental as they were the parting grounds for he and his sisters. It too had seemed another time now and it was not here he carried a passing thought for how they fared.

A small brook broke the scenery, the disruption of forestry drawing him to it so he could quell one necessity for the time being. Hunger was also chief on this mental list, but he would hardly put that to rest from chilled waters. Ever alert, Dirge did not take his gaze from his surroundings as he drank. In a place with lingering scents of kin alike, he sincerely doubted he would be alone for long.

i couldnt resist :X