Ravensblood Forest Darkness incarnate after all

Etienne moved boldly through the forest of raven's. He knew it well. Every step, leading him further into the center. He had become a bit ghostlike. Everyone was gone. Frankly he often wondered if he should leave too. But where would an orphan go? Where would a male who likes males go? That he wouldn't be killed as soon as they found out.

The world was large and scary and he was still a scared boy in the chest of his. Golden gaze on the horizon. The weeks of constant ranging showing in his pelt, in his size, in his gait.