Ravensblood Forest The one that will occasionally openly steal babies

Vague-ity vague, set sometime after this and this and this now too.

Vercingetorix's flight from Rusalka had been abrupt and without explanation and his mother's discussion thereafter exhausting, leaving Dragomir more foul-tempered than ever as they settled into the heart of the forest by the sea. Aurëwen and Isilmë were nowhere to be found and he wasn't in any mood to try to pry further answers out of his now injured father, so the cub took off on his own, stomping through the wet undergrowth with a stormy expression. Rain was falling from the canopy, but by the time it reached the ground it was reduced to mere mist. Somehow it soaked into his fur more readily than rain in the mountain had.

Shouldering through a colossal fern, Dragomir let his mood melt away as the promise of exploration overtook it. He had no idea how dangerously close they still were to Reyes' pack, lucky for him. He might have been inclined to go looking for the other boy if he knew it was just a short jaunt across an open field. Instead he decided to stick his head into a soaked and rotting log, where he found several large centipedes scurrying away from his intrusion.