Ravensblood Forest Light Created Shadow

Before her, the larger white wolf halted his pace, turning to her, flashing a ghost of a smile, only to lightly nudge her, telling her to continue the walk, along with mentioning a 'they'. Did he have more companions? Were they helpful or hurtful? Judging by his endlessly strong demeanor, she inferred he was not worried by the forecoming company. And she had trusted him on that.

The dark girl followed him to the clearing, the scars glistening in the pale and scarce light that penetrated the deep forest. She no longer needed any assistance to stand, their long travel forming a strength to her that she had not previously felt. With a thankful prayer to Azarartha, the obsidian took the opportunity to sit, as well, a bit of distance across from Syver, keeping her curiousity in check of the unknown arriving party, lest she be rebuked for the question. She gazed at him, her pale eyes flicking between him and the dark patches around him.