Ravensblood Forest Late At Night

Derg lay awake.
One night of countless others his hazel eyes stared into the dimness around him.
Often it was cold, but tonight he was warm, and his bed soft.
They were going to move, they could be attacked.
Those thoughts weren't the ones plaguing him though.

It was Keen.
His beautiful, young ward that was lost to him. She could be anywhere. Did she still carry Stanley? Did her scars pain her to this day? Had the silver brute found her again and finished the job?
He huffed, standing in time t hear a soft shuffling leaving the den area.

He quietly followed, not meaning to be stealthy.
Moonlight dappled the ground, and by the arch, he could see Donovan's surly form moving into the forest.
Derg trotted after him, footsteps quiet and light.