Ravensblood Forest grateful our cold memories bide

As it would be, barely a step or two into her pass of the resting female Echelon was made aware that she was not asleep. A swivel of a dark head gave her pause, and the flighty Tartok wolf pulled her ears flush with her head, hackles bristling uncomfortable. In light of being told she had no reason to be leery, she was. The ghost of a scowl settled into her gaze and threatened to spread to her facial expression, but instead she held her statuesque position for a moment more as the wolf moved from where she rested. That was perhaps when her unpleasant head reared best, and Echelon gave her a very pointed look of disdain.

“What kind of a traveler is foolish enough to lie in the way?” she queried hotly. Even if she hadn't meant harm, Echelon couldn't help but scan their surroundings to see if they were alone. She hadn't considered it with all that rested on her mind, but what if she had walked easily into an ambush. Still, her confidence remained intact, so come what may, she held tightly to the assertiveness that ran through her veins. If it had been an ambush, it surely would have happened by then, right?