Ravensblood Forest it is the stones for altars

the figure drew nearer, materializing out the milky fog like a wraith and it's then, followed closely by the inquiry that wintersbane realizes he's mistaken their identities. but they look so similar it's like being struck by a bizarre wave of deja vu ...which is something he can only recall feeling once in his life when he'd unknowingly bumped into his mitten twin in a darkened cave ( and flirted with her but he hadn't known it was eiri ). the tone was not accusing — and that was good because wintersbane wouldn't have responded all that well to accusation — but there is an urgency that the tundrian picks upon with ease as his glacial gaze takes in the man's features.

because she told it to me. he tells aure's look-a-like, a bit more sardonic than he'd meant to. but then wintersbane becomes suspicious ...wondering if this was that rakk she mentioned. the consideration that this might be the pale sylph's stalker — she hadn't called rakk her look-alike but he doesn't remember her describing rakk physically to him at all. the hackles at the tundrian's nape bristle and his maned chest rises in an instinctual maneuver to make himself seem more intimidating.

word around the wilds is there's a man that's stalking her. name's rakk. you know him? there is an underlining to wintersbane's threat to words — a 'you better hope you're not him' — and a ferocity in the way that he studies the pale man before him that suggests he looks for clues that there is any familiarity, any tell-tale tick that might suggest that this is that demented wolfeater aure spoke of.