Ravensblood Forest daddy's getting hot [ part i ]

seaglass gaze scans the unfamiliar terrain that borders the weeping red sap forest that they ( now ) call home. it makes them yearn for the coast, for the relentless waves and sand that they had, at first, could recall being hesitant about. they had grown up in the heart of the mainland ...and the island had seemed both disconnected and haunting in it's own way. until they had carved their home from it.

now, perhaps temporarily, it was abandoned. it was the path that they were to walk, at least for the moment.

a low grunt is given; disapproval thick in the set of his scarred lips. they should not be so private with wolves they have allowed in their ranks. though, they understand this is largely hypocritical of them to say. for until acoloytes earned their place among the druids, they were not privvy to much of the going-on's. but there was reason in their heavily spiritually driven pack. here, there did not seem to be that. at any rate, they are not concerned with how contradicting they sound.

what good is offering sanctuary to everyone if only those of flesh and blood are allowed to know what happens? to the dreadfather, this is a paradox and one they can not discern. a low grumble echoes within their chest. it was neither here nor there: they had been accepted in and where their path took them from here was not yet known.

the reading bones might offer them a clue... when next they got around to reading them; but even the threadbones could be wrong.

interesting. the dreadfather murmurs; contemplating what she has told them thus far.