Ravensblood Forest We're bound to break and my hands are tied.

Her ears folded back regretfully as Constantine pulled back a little to look upon her with surprise. Durnehviir emitted a soft whine beneath his scrutiny and, trying to choose her words more carefully, she stared back at him with an almost pleading expression. "I am," she responded with some sense of urgency as she straightened herself, then looked down with discomfort at her dainty ivory paws.

"I just..." she lifted her head again, seeking to meet his eyes with her own, and offered a sheepish little smile. "I'm happy," she promised him in a softer tone, "but I mean are you happy here, in Ravensblood?"