Ravensblood Forest 'Cause I watched them fall away

looking for sacrarium members, but aw
set for early morning, 25 F, light snow

He had been careful to wash the scent of blackwater from his pelt as he swam the stretch of sea between the island and the mainland. It had been a chilly swim met with icy morning air and a light but steady snowfall. His mother's heritage and gifted him a thick, northern coat that protected him from the brunt of the winter air.

Once he had shaken as much water from his fur as possible, he started to wander down the coast. A scent pulled him from the water's edge and farther inland. 

Eventually, the trail led him the outer edges of a forest. As he drew closer to the trees, he was instantly drawn to the red, sticky substance that stained the trunks red; it was as if the trees were bleeding. 

There were many scents lining the edge of the forest, telling the demon that it was likely a pack lived here. He would carefully straddle the invisible line, though, curious to see who he might pull out from the darkness of the trees.