Ravensblood Forest blood flutes

for @Arturo & @Olive <3

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he followed meekly behind the woman with the feathered ruff, lengthening the stride of his thin legs to match her own. he had pondered for some time what this pack could mean for him, outside of safety and the prolongment of a life he did not want to lead. when the borders rose, fragranced with wolf-scent, armand slowed his stride, apprehension fluttering in the cage of his breast, and here he paused to draw strength from olive's presence and request silently to know what he must next do.[/tr][/td][/table]