Ravensblood Forest the cheerlessness of this grove

yep yep it's night uwu

His passion was well rewarded. The perfume of the sea grew strong and his pace quickened, darting among the tilted trunks of the forest--the only barriers between him and what laid beyond. It was some time into his lope he saw the forest thin out, and his pace pulled back into a smooth careful gait gulping down air with a bout of panting before he found his composure once more.

Ears pricked, Kaworu welcomed the hushed sounds of waves crashing against the sand it lured him closer. And as he slid down to see the sea, he paused--he was not the only one to have chosen this path it seemed. Carefully and with silence, he observed the carved shoulders and broad back of the wolf at rest. He did not move forward, a beat spent between both animals before he roused himself to speak, We were destined to meet.