Ravensblood Forest from silence rose a symphony

The other’s words caused the white wolf to smarten a little as his narrowed gaze widened; was this other wolf of the Kingslend, here to tell him that he was cursed? They would gaze upon the black birds and see them as carriers of death and messengers of omen, would take him by the color of his pelt alone and would seek to cast him out by the way of guards… but this was different. This strange male opposite him had dark eyes that seemed somehow warm none-the-less, the fangling of the common-tongue words insistent. This was a creature not eager to steal meat from his mouth, but perhaps one that understood in ways that many other superstitious wolves could not understand. 

“The ravens are the brothers and sisters of the wolves; but many have forgotten that.” Spoken slowly, if only for the others sake. Akai’s steely gaze softened just a tad alongside the tones of his voice, “I hunt with them… because I have not forgotten that kinship.”

Because even though his ribs showed beneath that blistering white fur and even though his ‘daughter’, leggy and frail, still needed him to hunt… there was still an oath to uphold, even if it was founded upon personal beliefs. A soft tipping of his head to the side,

“You… are a friend of the ravens, too?”