Ravensblood Forest Get To Know One Another

She found him in the middle of marking the territory; shameless, but nothing she hadn’t seen before. Donovan greeted her with his usual confidence and wasted no time declaring his intentions for a hunt. Excellent. Finley responded with a nod, then bounded after him.

Before long his nose was to the ground, and Finley followed suit. When Donovan turned one way she veered the other, ears alert for any sudden movements that might indicate he’d found something first. The scents of these woods were still fresh to her, tantalizing as only a new home could be. (She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been tempted to get a lick of the shining sap herself, but that was besides the point of this venture.) Ravens croaked above, far out of reach—below, a whiff of something familiar. Recent.

Finley gave a small huff, tail swaying in interest, hoping to beckon Donovan over. With his okay, the hunt was on.