Ravensblood Forest Welcome To My Crib

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@Colin

Donovan smiles back when the dark wolf does the same. Mouthing a polite thank you, and they’re off into the forest. They settle into a comfortable silence — or at least it’s comfortable to Donovan. They take the few steps it takes for them to reach the woods and the collection of sequoias are thick and daunting as they tower above them, casting a shadow that makes the night seem much darker. Practically hiding the forest floor from the moons attempt to light up the ground around them, only able to make it through the canopy in little sporadic spots on the ground.

Soon enough they walk until they reach a low tree, with a short trunk, much unlike the neighboring sequoias. It’s limbs scatter about in all directions like searching tendrils and are so low to the ground they're easy enough to climb on.

Donovan stops, eyes searching the tree and approaching it. Casually lifting himself into a low, thick limb. He glances back to Colin and his voice cuts in through the night. “I come to this tree often.” He hums absentmindedly. “Though I’m sad to say we’ll be leaving soon, so I won’t be seeing it any longer.” The interactions of the neighboring packs resurfacing in his mind. They came together and gave him little option but to leave the bleeding forest. With such small numbers and obvious concern for his pack, he fears he must. Then he answers any surely brewing questions. “The neighbors don’t take to kindly to me. They want me done. So, with little numbers and the want to avoid conflict. I must.” The words are casual, not irritated or toxic. For he knows he can’t change the outcome of the situation. Leaving the area is what has to be done.