King Elk Forest Raven-song

Calhoun’s tone was enough to make the fur against his spine quiver, but determined to keep up that submissive facade, Akai would not let the biting spite of the red wolf’s growling turn him from his path. Under his breath, with a measured amount of annoyance flavoring his own words, Akai stated with a side eye back--

  “Said companion wasn’t supposed to be here.” It wasn’t that difficult of an instruction! Simply wait for him to return with word of a safe path, but what was it about younglings and not listening to their elders?! This was neither the time nor place to scold as the white wolf stepped backwards ever so lightly, the light settling against the blazing snowy fur of the younger. Akai knew immediately that her talk and the pinkish-red hues of her eyes would be an affront to these strange wolves and their whimsical traditions, and so snapping quickly after her minutely frazzled greeting--

  “Gods of the suns and stars and nature; nothing malicious.” Defensive and resolute, he did not want the already bias wolves to think they could have been worshiping death itself, for that could in turn bring death upon them. If only Minah hadn’t mentioned them at all… statuesque and unknowing if their chances for even having escorts had been blown, the wolf turned his head to bite away at the cord wrapped around a ravens feather. It came away with the gentlest tugging, ebony and royal purple fringed with white-- it was dropped politely at his paws, and nudged with his nose carefully towards Célnes, the more polite seeming of the two. There was no smile breaking the even line of that blunt, heavily scarred muzzle, but the fur ruffled the long fur of his throat almost ominously the moment that the male was shorn of the item. 

“In thanks for your service I would you offer this; a mark for the friends of ravenskin. A friend of the birds.”

Noticeably, this wasn’t offered to Calhoun.