Ravensblood Forest falling like ashes to the ground

he is glad, as always, for the sound of a summons from constantine. truthfully he has not paid much attention to the comings and goings of the forest -- something he should perhaps feel guilty for, but things have been silent enough that he has let himself fall into a routine of uninvolvement. 

the scene is self explanatory as he arrives on it -- constantine, the sick doe. the unaccounted for variable is the woman he's not met yet. "perhaps we should save the introductions for the post game," he murmurs, voice smooth, as he comes up beside her, his nose pointed to the doe.