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

His demeanour changed, and Durnehviir was acutely aware of it. Where previously he maintained a bold and charming approach despite her initial hesitation, his expression dropped and he averted his gaze. Curious, the russet Frostfur continued to observe in silence, and acknowledged the sheepish little smile he offered her with a thoughtful twitch of her tail-tip. She felt safe to assume that his past might be a grim one, so did not press him to elaborate.

He claimed to be from nowhere, but everyone came from somewhere. Constantine had been born to Donnelaith, its territory reduced to nothing but his memories, yet still he held those close. She didn't doubt that her young acquaintance remembered the place of his own birth too - maybe even missed it, in some way. "New starts seem to be a common theme," she started with an amused smile, deciding then to finally stride carefully toward the boy and close what remained of the distance betwen them.

She breathed a and tentatively extended her muzzle to sniff at the denser fur of his ruff just enough to confirm that he did not bear the scent of any nearby pack. Sea salt lingered among the tresses, hinting that he might have recently been nearer the shore in the days before, but not long enough to make her wary that he'd built bonds with the coastal wolves there. "We are heading to the wetlands in the South," she informed her newest companion. "If you're done with travelling alone, might you be interested in joining us?"