Ravensblood Forest Welcome To My Crib

The surreality of the raven wolf’s quiet whispers have Donovan staring over to him. Almost perking up and giving him a grand smile. “I‘m honored to have you join my ranks then, Colin.” Then he goes quiet, hardly cutting off the ending of the other males name when he too hears something faded sounding out in the dark of the night. 

His ears swivel and he goes forward in a low crawl. He sees a glint of light off of its eyes first, following the vagueness of its outline, he realizes its a petite doe. The long legged animal has her own ears perked and head on a swivel. Just as they heard her, she probably heard them. With a look on finality to the dark wolf beside him he nods his head to the potential mean in front of them. A silent confirmation to attack.