Ravensblood Forest the tree who cried crimson

He settled in the warm breath of sunlight that reached them through the foliage.
The passing call of a raven.
A sigh of the wind brushed the bracken as if the talk of gore had never occurred.

But she was still interested. Good.
It meant she didn't want to find this woman, or either did for whatever reasons. Finley didn't seem vengeful for a stranger.
"It was last fall, on the ridge just over," he gestured towards Horizon Ridge where it bordered the forest. "My alpha was looking for her brother."
Poor Illidan. He wondered if the lad was safe.
"There were two attackers, from a pack that had had a conflict with ours, but had dispensed since a war." A war he wasn't part of, but that wasn't important.