Ravensblood Forest Warriors Unfold Whether We're Young or Old

He was smiling as his son eagerly took in all the sights and sounds. He puffed his chest proudly as he said, "There is nothing wrong with the trees, the stuff they drip is called sap. That's just how they are. Just like I have three legs." His pups hadn't reacted strangely to him like everyone else, it surprised him but made perfect sense. They had grown up around him after all.

Reluctant for his son to know the extent that he could explore Vagabond was quick to remind Vale of his reason for bringing them out here. "Don't forget to use your nose son, what do you smell?" Vagabond hoped Vale would become overwhelmed by the smells that defined their borders. It was vital that all wolves understood borders, but if Vale grew up to protect the pack he would need to stay in touch with his senses and for any change in scent that could indicate potential danger.