Ravensblood Forest singing songs that nobody wrote

Wolves were coming and going – Constantine was less territorial, given they had yet to officially lay claim, but he was beginning to become more strict with those who entered the forest. Samothes and Durnehviir seemed to both actively be recruiting, and he could appreciate the aide. If they were to be a family, they would need to work together – and once they were closer to establishment, he was keen on having a Council presented to the pack. Ravensblood Forest would hold the chance for all to have a say – if they had earned the respect from their fellow members.
 
The new scent of another lingered among the forest ground, and the shadowrunner drew closer to the unfamiliar wolf. Moments passed, and as he slunk through the shroud of mystical trees, his fiery eyes came upon another shadow – the wolf atop a broken stump, a grin placed upon his muzzle. “How’s the view?” He drew closer, his wolfish brows lifting upward as he considered who this might be – and his nose tipped upward as he attempted to gauge the scent of one of his other comrades.