Ravensblood Forest Will You Hold the Line?

The Count waits, careful to not grow too relaxed along the borders. Perhaps elsewhere or under different circumstances, she would have taken a seat, but not now. The river wolves would not have to wait long for a male to appear, strange in pattern, his tail betraying him as not a full wolf. Something about him, the way he displayed himself despite a small following led her to believe that this was the man Hua had warned her of. Admittedly, she expected a wolf-dog mix to be much smaller, but he rivaled her in size, perhaps closer to her father's.

Luckily, Ira had always been a master of holding a stoney expression. She felt the male's eyes as they landed on her, a simple response given to their summoning. She couldn't show what they potentially knew, she had to be careful. The roan woman tipped her head up to show her own status before responding, I have heard of your group. I assume you are the leader here? One of your wolves came to my borders, I felt it necessary to investigate given your proximity to my land.