Ravensblood Forest Each time unknown words come to mind

If there was ever a time that Screech felt like a fish out of water, this might've topped it. The girl spoke with that same monotonous tone, deadpan-serious, and the information did not initially translate for the boy. He scrutinized her for that; being ignorant of most things occuring throughout the Wilds, it goes without saying that the world outside was something of a mystery that he didn't even consider. The Teekon was everything - but evidently, this girl had come from somewhere much worse.

If she had a master, though, then perhaps she was not alone. This is the thought that raises further suspicion within the already mistrusting Redhawk. The fur of his spine raises, his winter coat puffing up as he took a glance to her flank, then quickly looked to either side of the area, as if his one eye would discern bodies hidden throughout the fringe of the territory. He assumed she was some kind of warrior but that was the limit to his understanding - the names were meaningless. He would find Constantine later and ask him if the name William Blair meant anything.

That's an odd name for a pack. His garbled gravel-pit of a voice made this statement much like she made her own: without much intended inflection, making an observation more than anything. Why don't you smell like wolves? There's something else on you - I've never smelled it before, but this was his curiosity getting the better of him; he should've been better than that. Sussed out her true purpose for being here, away from a pack that she served. Before she could respond he cut in again and demanded, What is it you want?