Ravensblood Forest falling like ashes to the ground

The daylight filtered through the darker trees – illuminating the golden pelt of a she-wolf as she ambled closer to him. The shadowrunnerstudied her quietly, noting that she was the scent he had been unfamiliar with. As she greeted him, the regal offers her a nod of welcome, though his own posture lifts to support his ranking within the forest – that of its first claimer. “Welcome,” he murmured, but did not go further as the ivory Samothes appeared, suggesting they wait for introductions after. He nodded in quiet agreement, and as the silver boy they had taken in not long ago came to them as well, the Mayfair felt a small smile tug to his inked lips – it would seem he was healing, now.
 
Approval within his gaze as he drifted it over his comrades, Constantine nodded toward their injured prey. “Let’s surround it – it shouldn’t put up much of a fight. Avoid any hooves,” he murmured, his eyes drifting to Screech who he worried injuring further. “We’ll make quick work to be kind,” he noted then, giving a nod to his pack mates as he began to drift around, making a point they should begin. As they positioned themselves, the shadowrunner looked to them before uttering a loose growl, his own stocky form leaping forward as he rushed the doe, his jaws seeking to make swift work and gain its throat.