Ravensblood Forest it is the stones for altars

Vonn shook his head in distaste, lips pressing thin even more so. ”With any luck, she has found security in a pack by that time,” he mused, eyes roaming the fogscape all about them as he left them both to their thoughts for the moment. ”On ze subjects of packs, actually...”

”Is there one that you belong to?” Vonn leveled his silvered gaze to that of the male before him, brows stitching in contemplation. When he’d dispersed, it wasn’t truly to find a new calling of his own to dub “home.” “Home” had always been at his sister’s side; wherever she went, he followed, for her sake more than his own. ”Until I find her, I drift without purpose, without wont to live.” The words were plain, but not unkind or a plea; simply fact, to him.

Diaspora... he still didn’t know how to feel about it. Vonn couldn’t deny their hospitality, debt repaid as it'd been, he’d been wandering for most of his life. It simply didn’t seem logical to continue doing such after so long. Perhaps he may fall into Wintersbane’s good graces—without the actual falling. Twice was enough.