Ravensblood Forest arbol

A call not unlike ones he'd heard in the past. A female coveting. A stranger of all things. He raced towards the sound, lest his pups be lured to it first. He was sore today. His muscles ached and his shoulder spasmed with the memory of his missing limb. Truth be told they had many wolves coming and going, it seemed Sacrarium was becoming some of an open door. It's members came and went as they pleased and he and Violante had little they could do to stop or prevent it, with themselves too busy keeping their borders secure.

She wait a distance from their borders he decided to take a calming breath before speaking, the protective instincts that pushed his body to get here with such haste had clearly been unnecessary. "Hello stranger, my name is Vagabond, my mate and I lead our pack, Sacrarium, together. Is there something I can help you with?"