Ravensblood Forest it is the stones for altars

He'd had Sirimiri and her sister to thank, for show him the way towards the coast, as he'd planned. But sooner or later, farewells had been lent out, and they'd simply become more of the same he'd departed from. They may not cross paths in the future, but he would not forget their aid; in the off-chance they did, he would figure out someway to repay their debt. Just the same, as he'd done with Stigmata.

Now, he was in a part of this world where the hinters bled.

Great, thick globulets of sap oozed from puckered hurts and bruises of the darkened sequoias; mist and fog curled throughout the unending tangle of roots. Vonn found himself, at the moment, wandering through this dark labyrinth without much want for purpose. His purpose, originally, had been to see the shores like he'd dreamed of doing.

But now, it froze in his mind, just as he stilled in his paw-steps, peering at something... moving through it all. Kept as silent and watchful as a stag, nostrills flaring as he tried--failed--to properly scent. Wolven, or some other?