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

He acknowledges her nod with a quick hum of his own. Then he’s drifting off into the silence once more. Until the flap of wings and a wiggling tree branch announces the presence of one of the many winged animals that reside her with him. The bird has no significance to him, it seems just any other bird Donovan has laid eyes on.

Now though, he doesn’t want to feel whatever he’s feeling at the revolting image of his pack being slain. He needs to entertain himself and the fact that this mysterious wolf isn’t a talkative, makes it harder for him to stay out of his thoughts.

He tilts a chin at her a smile beginning to form on his maw. “Do you fight? I’m itching to spar if you have the energy. Or maybe go on a hunt. Your choice, dear.”