Ravensblood Forest the tree who cried crimson

“A good place to be,” eh? Finley gave a curt nod of agreement; faint praise, but it seemed sincere enough. Passive submission must’ve been in this wolf’s nature, she concluded, and this was his way of expressing gratitude. Maybe with time she could adjust to this understated demeanor, even if the difference between Derg and Donovan or even Derg and her gloating siblings was stark.

Derg then offered a smile, to Finley’s surprise; she’d half assumed he wasn’t capable. It was a welcome change of pace, though, still sincere (if soft) as ever. His question had her raising her head in interest; she had made her initial curiosity obvious, after all, and denial from here would be pointless. “If you’re so inclined to share,” Finley said affirmatively, as if she hadn’t wordlessly prompted it already.