Ravensblood Forest You're breaking up, you're on your own.

Fading this.  :)

He wished to speak with her of nothing, was the pale boy's admission. Durnehviir blinked at this, curious, though his explanation cleared up any uncertainty. It was true, she supposed; they'd been pack-mates for some time, yet neither had seemed to care enough to initiate one-on-one conversation with the other.

The tawny beauty's tall ears drooped with this acknowledgement, and guilt tightened her chest. Mustering a half-hearted, almost timid smile, she bowed her head in silent agreement. Constantine was important to them both, and while Durnehviir had always respected and appreciated Samothes' commitment to Ravensblood and their small pack, she felt it made sense for them to at least try to be friends.

"No," she told him, her tone far gentler than before. "Let's talk."