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

Tension seeped into their previously peaceful little bubble, clouding their thoughts and rousing discomfort. Constantine mustered a response to her question, his concern hinting at the number of claims that had sprung up around them recently, before breaching a more delicate subject.

He asked if she was leaving.

Velvet ginger ears which had been tilted back in uncertainty were thrust forward then, surprise widening her eyes as she gawked up at the dark Regal. She studied his vivid eyes, then hurriedly shook her head. "No," she hastily told him, curling her tail supportively about his own. "But... I'm wondering if, with the coast being so crowded, we might be safer relocating further inland?"

Her home was wherever he was, and she would follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked her to. But did he care enough for her to do the same?