Raven's Watch Whatever you do, do it with all your might.

Ravensblood, until their decision to move on, had been fairly lucky when it came with dealing with their neighbours. Wolves from Drageda, the pack on the cliffs, had trespassed a couple of times - the first excused, given Constantine's fresh claim and the urgency of their travels inland, and the second by a simple-minded boy. No one had stepped beyond their borders since, until they'd been harrassed out by the beach-dwellers.

"You could say that," she rolled a crimson-tipped shoulder, unwilling to discuss the matter with him. The dragoness was willing to move on from it, and leave that unfortunate event in the past where it belonged. He went on to make a comment in regard to her name, and Durnehviir wasn't sure how to respond to it; she'd been subject to the eyeing of rogue males her entire adult life, but had never entertained them until Constantine caught her attention. She decided to ignore it rather than make the interaction awkward, and smoothly responded to Rysk's enquiry after their relocation with the shifting to reveal a better view of her curved flank: "I'm due at the end of the month, and want to raise them somewhere more private. The coast was too crowded."