Gyrfalcon's Keep So let the river run.

Again the golden wolfess spoke, and again she was blunt and to the point. Durnehviir twitched her nose, unsure if this irked or impressed her. Her ginger ears pressed forward and her champagne eyes narrowed somewhat, scrutinizing the loner before her who introduced herself as simply, "Whisper".

"Did you live as a loner through the previous cold season?" The russet beauty asked, tail curling upward at her rear as she tried to gauge a reaction - a natural submission or any hint of challenge. This one was perhaps ages with Durnehviir, at the beginning of her prime, and the last thing she wanted within Ravensblood was another female who might see fit to try and steal an opportunity at leadership or worse! - at Constantine. "Ravensblood Forest is just across the border to the East." She continued to observe, eager to see more of a response this time around before considering extending the offer further.