Ravensblood Forest dates penned in red ink

Scout out? "What are you looking for?" he asked her, correctly inferring that she intended to claim some land for herself. He was always a little skeptical of such ambitions, but at the same time, he could not help but feel just a little envious, and just a little impressed.

As for him — he was just glad when they exchanged scents without violence. And, at her question, he thought for a moment before giving a small shake of his head; no, he would not be sharing his name.

"You can call me Mist," he decided, his tail swishing in apparent satisfaction.