Ravensblood Forest Wer um die Göttin freit, suche in ihr nicht das Weib

Steals

The great wolf-dog’s mind is casually blank as he walks along through the newly claimed territory. One with trees so tall they could touch the sun. He’s never seen a forest such as this in his life until the predicament with his former pack. The trunks acting as walls surround him on all sides, along with an abundance of other miscellaneous under brush.

His nose alerts him of a strangers presence in the area. The breeze flows along his body and tickles the hair of his ears and rustles his whiskers. A mischievous smile makes its home on his maw and he starts in languid pace towards the stranger.

Upon arrival, his golden eyes shimmer in the dim lighting as they catch onto another form. A form smaller than himself yet still tall enough to impress. Their form is lithe and the silvery grey of their pelt is eye catching to Donovan. Though it seems they have a problem of some sorts. Their teeth dig into their paw, perhaps something they stepped on. So Donovan thinks now is the time to reveal himself, even though he isn’t trying to be particularly secretive or sneaky.

Coming out from behind a wide tree trunk, a curious smirk on his face he hums at the sight of this new wolf. As he gets those few steps closer their scent is revealed to be female. He’s intrigued but keeps a comfortable distance away before he speaks. “Something in your paw, dear?”