Ravensblood Forest you walk in your shadow

East. The way they’d come prior—Kratos started at the Valley, and ended up curling through the Taiga with Zephyr and Phillip until they reached the destination of Neverwinter. His tail twitches at the thought.
There’s a claim in the Taiga, he pauses, led by a Queen who seeks soldiers. Skaripia, the name he’d butchered. It’d been long now, but if they remain it is something to take note of. Kratos rocks forth, heading the way his mate pointed, only to halt at the sudden barge of his mate into his neck fur. Pale gold eyes narrow, but he tucks his head towards him.