Ravensblood Forest it is the stones for altars

”She... she lives?” It was further bafflement that furrowed his brows, not fury, at both claims given. This was someone his milk-sibling had met? This glacial male who shivered out his mane at him, a widened stance, as if... in anticipation?

But then Vonn heard the words stalking and Rakk, and he had to wrest down the snarl that wrinkled his muzzle. He said as much to the one before him, ”I only now dream to know him — so I may have his heart in my jaws.” He turned away, then, voice hoarse and low, and his own hackles unfurling of their own accord. Yet he stopped, and then made to return to this stranger—had he cared for Aure, in some way?

The look of withering wrath molded itself into something more despondant, perplexed. Hesitant, but he did finally turn about and confess, ”I am her hanar. Her brother. I...” His throat and jaw worked, as if unable to get the words out properly. ”I... we...” Eyes shuttering as they filmed with searing tears, wouldn’t let them fall, reopened regardless. ”I am Vonnaruil; Vonn, if you’d prefer.”