Ravensblood Forest the watchers time to gather

the momentary hustle of the forest had collapsed in on itself. it made the tactician tense; perhaps his talk to the taciturn shadow set to lead them hadn't been enough. perhaps he's only so bothered by the departure of thelxiope, but she'd never been a guarantee and he does not blame her for seeking fortune elsewhere. 

the forest is not dead, though, not yet, and he still catches scent of the others here and there. when constantine's howl rings through the trees he picks up his pace, abandoning his lazy patrol by the border of the forest to meet him. he wonders why he's stuck around -- it's not as if blind loyalty is something he's keen on, but somehow he wants to see this through. he wants to see a spark of something great. 

samothes offers constantine a polite smile, noting he's the first to arrive, hoping he is not the only to arrive. "constantine," he greets, but does not say anything else yet, waiting to see what the swarthy man has to offer.