Ravensblood Forest you pay with your life — spring council vote

Constantine proceeded with the meeting following her arrival, and she was glad for it. It meant eyes would surely not linger on her for long, though she did hope to be on her way sooner rather than later. She was likely a distraction for the males of their pack, and she struggled to steel herself from jealaously eyeballing the present she-wolves. Inhaling deeply, she did her best to focus entirely on the swarthy Regal as he spoke of padding their ranks with new recruits - encouraging the pack's careful involvement in this.

He pressed on with the matter of their council, and she turned her attention to Screech as he spoke her name as a nominee. Durnehviir smiled softly at the one-eyed youth, gratitude in her gaze. She had hoped her commitment to Ravesblood would be recognised, and her heart swelled with appreciation.

The pale-furred wolfess said nothing, but gestured toward the one-eyed yearling with a paw. There was not much time to consider this as Samothes suggested her, and she turned her proud head to look upon him as she offered her own nomination: "Samothes' loyalty to Ravensblood deserves recognition. He has my vote."