King Elk Forest Raven-song

  She was but a child; Minah had a lot to learn when it came to the drifting currents of the wind, traces of her scent familiar in his nose the moment they swirled about the adults. Part of him prayed that neither of the two strangers had scented the wolfling a way aways, but the rational male knew that even as he shielded the others location with his body, taking a few tentative steps to the side… they would most likely already know she was there. The young wolf’s presence presence served to put his nerves on edge.

“Well, perhaps aiding us will not result in said spiritual misfortune, hm?” It was no threat; merely a humble suggestion. Oh, how the wandering wolf was fully versed in the ways of suspicious wolves adamant in avoiding the coats of white and black canines alike. It was the same across the land… beasts chasing stars and omens and myths; some more harmful than others. Akai’s gaze thinned ever so slightly.

What would they do… when they saw her?

“We will walk with your ‘guards’ around, if that would be the peaceful option.” The male gave a diligent nod of the head, not an ounce riled by Calhoun’s laughing. Submissively, stiffly, the white wolf would lower his head and flatten those thick ears, eyes ever-bright-- he would not dare mention their need for food, not while she was close. “I do not wish to quarrel. I only wish for neutral ground, so that me and my kin can rest for the night.”