King Elk Forest Raven-song

my brain shut off sorry but heres the ass

The songs of the earth was the only noise to fill his ears, as it should be. Kingslend's settlement was going well, even with the brief disturbance from the bird boy, and the apostles did not seem disturbed by their quick move into the forest. It was surely a confirmation from their god that this was indeed the perfect place. They were far from the other packs, though the hunter knew it would never be far enough. Kingslend would have disturbances...and it seemed today was no exception.

In the distance, voices were carried with the wind, one familiar one not. It was enough to draw the male from the undergrowth where he lurked. The sounds took him to the edges of their territory where he was soon able to pick up the voice of his cousin.

"There are no white wolves in these forests,"

He snorted at that, no there were none of the cursed, yet his King had still accepted the scorn. Why, if Célnes accepted a white wolf he was sure if the High Elk did not smite her where she stood, the pack would. Calhoun wasn't sure just what he was expecting to find by the time he found the two, though he never would have guessed it to be the ghastly male.

"I do not wish to join you, I simply wish to pass through."

The baron blinked, red gaze switching between the stranger and his cousin as a slow chuckle rose in his chest before blooming into a full-on laugh, You—? Those stripped of His color are not welcome here. Your presence brings misfortune. Thank the High Elk Célnes had not fully lost it, at least not yet. The day a white wolf was accepted might be the day he found a new home with the High Elk.