Dragoncrest Cliffs bloodmother

skippable! I may post now and again for his reflections, but please do not wait for me <3

Being given a task was actually kind of flattering. None of the others were chosen for it, so he followed his aunt quietly, meandering through the woods and toward a very bushy area that was full of prickly sticks that immediately gave him a bit of the shivers. He could tell when his aunt fell reverent and silent that they passed through an old battlefield, and respect was paid by both as they lingered a moment. He thought of wolves he didn't know, souls who had died so that the rest of the pack could live on. 

Noble- but not his cup of tea. 

Also, some of the forest areas were starting to smell, when the dew melted and the leaves began to decompose. It wasn't a bad smell, necessarily, but he certainly didn't love it. It wasn't as pungent as the reek of drying kelp, but musty wasn't appealing. In the places where the sun didn't reach the ground, the earth was soft, and squelched underfoot, which he dreaded. He listened to Chacal, but fretted more about his footing. Maybe he could carve his own path for patrolling if he could find higher ground. 

A call came, and he had half a mind to come up with some excuse to go back to the lake where he could wash his paws off- but he was summoned along. He sighed softly, and obeyed, but he made sure to go the long way around each and every puddle and patch of mud they encountered so that by the time they arrived at the borders, he was still immaculate. 

He nosed his mother's flank before he went and settled at Coraline's side, content to observe whatever sort of meeting there would be had with these wolves who smelled of fresh pine and mountain air.