Ravensblood Forest the cheerlessness of this grove

thank you!

“I was thinking” Kaworu began to confess, “That such unhindered beauty would not be a rare treasure in your life.” This own thoughts unwilling to separate this moment from his past where such a thing did not exist. There had been other beauties, but they were tightly contained away from him, his movement limited. The idea that the Borzoi could simply take off and sprint towards the water and nothing would stop immediately stop him, his God’s rope could not lasso him any longer and drag him in which he had no will of his own. It was exciting and yet faintly frightening to have so much power.

His emotions seemed to channel against the other wolf who had always own the freedom of this world, and had been born with the gift to channel its beauty into song. He froze to listen, but could not join—he didn’t know how. His breed was naturally quiet and he stayed true to his born temperament as the powerfully driven melody was tapered off by the sound of the ocean once more. Kaworu let go of the breath he had not been aware he’d been holding, his eyes locked on the company next to him. He wished to ask so many questions, his eyes dancing with the curiosity that had been sparked and yet he could not find words.