Ravensblood Forest mummy don't know

a soft twitch of their lips is given; unsure how to explain what the druids were to him. they simply were. that is what they were titled as. though this explination far from encompasses everything the druids were it was the simpliest way the dreadfather knew how to explain it without going into depth of their religion. they sense there might be some lingering unease, uncertianty and though they had begun this journey with the assumption it might take them a while to find a new pack to run with ( for however long ), they do not exactly revel in the idea of continuing the search.

they follow along as vagabond leads the way, seaglass gaze taking in the terrain of the territory they would now call home.

it is so very different from their islands; and though the mainland is far from quiet there is a hush that lingers in the absence of the constant crash of waves.

they are quiet, but nevertheless attentive as vagabond gives them the rundown of the pack. led by him and his mate, their children were half a year old — not unlike their shadowchildren, the dreadfather thinks with a soft pang to their heart.

this will work. the dreadfather murmurs in agreement, giving it a once over. they would find a place here...or carve a niche out for themselves. thank you.

once they are settled, they begin their first hour of the being apart of the pack with a patrol, seeking to familiarize themselves with both the borders and the forest itself.

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