Ravensblood Forest quiero ser tu ángel

The wolves of Ravensblood were quiet – something the dark wolf contemplated. It was time for him to draw forward and gather them – to actually play the role of their leader, though his thoughts would consistently shift to Donnelaith.. of his losses. Many times he felt frozen.. lacking the worth to to lead such a group of wolves – but he knew if he were to find his place in the world, it was either to bring his wolves together, or to disperse, and seek the ranks of a pack before winter came.
 
A stir of protectiveness spurned the confirmation that he was not done here, and at the strange scents of others, the shadowrunner stalked toward the intruders – two of them. He found only one for now, sampling from the brook his members frequented. The tawny wolf was quenching his thirst, and while the wolves had not claimed the forest officially, they were close – they were readying, finalizing borders and becoming familiar with their home. To him, this was an intrusion, and his stance spoke of such as he prowled forward, his eyes flashing toward the stranger as he closed the distance between them.