Ravensblood Forest The last wish.

"I will," was the swallow's vow, and she lingered awkwardly. Mou had turned himself away and Ciri felt safe to assume he had every intention to carry on with his search. With a brief sweep of her tongue across her dry upper lip, she moved to carry on herself.

As she did so, her raven ears pricked toward the unmistakable cries of a cub. Ciri made to exchange the most fleeting of glances with the raven-kissed father before her slender limbs were carrying her swiftly in the direction of the panicked yips.

Among the roots and vines was a little girl, tangled and afraid, whose description matched the one provided by her guardian. Ciri was relieved that she hadn't gone far, that Mou would no longer need to worry for his wayward child and could soon reunite her with the rest of her family. She pressed forward to help free the pup, gripping at vegetation with her fangs and tugging to rip them from the ground all while a dark ear remained trained on the rogue who may take offence to her proximity.