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

Wanna fade here?

Her heart soared, and butterflies took flight in her belly as Constantine asked after her fitness - a question that secured her belief that a home in Swiftcurrent Creek was a strong possibility. She nodded enthusiastically before blinking up at the dark-furred leader, eyes bright with excited anticipation.

Ravensblood had served them well, but in her pregnant state she'd grown wary of the recent claims on neighbouring territories. Their numbers were low and they were in no position to defend themselves should the others decide to eradicate them for the sake of freeing up new hunting land. It would be sad to see that chapter come to an end, but Durnehviir was so looking forward to the next.

"We'll call the others when you are ready and figure it out together," she promised, outstretching her forelimbs to dip the tips of her pale toes into the running water of the stream. She watched it quietly then, allowing herself to breathe again, and look forward to the far better future ahead of them.