Ravensblood Forest dates penned in red ink

Despite his misgivings, he'd headed toward the coast after all. Mainly because he'd stopped at some hot springs on the way, and had had an odd conversation with a yearling male. The hot springs had restored some of his spirit and the young male had instilled in him the desire to move on — and the forest here seemed to provide the path of least resistance.

It was not long, however, before he found another wolf in his path. This one was pretty, like the male had been, but far quieter. Catamaran stood in the distance and watched her through the trees.