Ravensblood Forest time came you went away

The shadowrunner prowled the depths of the forest, his stocky form seemingly small against the bulk of the tall sequoias.  It held a familiarity – not just because they had lived there the past few months, but because the trees reminded him of Donnelaith. Yet the ravens that hopped above in the shadows reminded him otherwise – and the scent of his pack mates rid him of any nostalgia he held on to for the moment.
 
The pack was young yet, but the promise of the oncoming spring stirred a sense of peace within the beast. He kept a keen eye on Durnehviir, given the time of year and aimed to keep the other males of the pack away from her – and as such, it was Screech’s scent he caught as his pace became more leisurely. A low rumbling growl announced his presence – one merely of greeting as the Regal stalked forward, his dark pelt drifting among the shadows of the tall trees that protected the wolves.
 
No words were spoken, but his fiery eyes studied the more youthful wolf, wondering what his companion was up to.