Ravensblood Forest the tree who cried crimson

A traveler. A wanderer.
Men traveled and wandered, women less so. Grezig had left on her own accord, though.
He wondered more of Finley's story but didn't pry, as she didn't to him.
That can be saved for other times.

It seemed she had pressed Donovan for more answers than he did, for he didn't care how this pack turned out. He knew Donovan and Nemesis, their type, what sort of pack they would run.
Derg knew he'd be expected to be a warrior, a slave to dirty work like he had been to his birth pack.
He didn't care.

"You're right, this will be a good place to be." For to be on the receiving end of a pack that liked to wreak havoc, it wasn't a kind fate. As long as they kept moving, they wouldn't be caught up.

He gave the woman a look, a soft smile that broke his gloomy expression. "Wanna know about my face?" It was likely she did, but since he caught he she didn't want to ask.
A wolf who thought they were the shit until they were opposed.