Ravensblood Forest aperitif

Just by the ashen females stare he can tell she’s not interested. Then she answers his own question, brutally honest as well. To which Donovan respects to some extent. Then as she references a wolf that might have wandered into their, hardly existing, territory his brows pinch together.

“Who might you be talking about then, healer?”

His question is genuine, for he has had a few wolves come through. Though he hasn’t claimed his teeth any that he can put his mind to. When he jogs his memory, the painted image his mind creates brings up the silvery white warrior that he had an impressive spar with only weeks before. The exact one that Nemisis deemed worthy to catch her teeth in a messy territorial dispute. One that was useless at that. Donovan tried is damndest to break up the fight and would have jumped in against Nemisis if needed. Thankfully the pale woman was able to escape. The scolding Donovan gave his partner surely only went so far as well.

“Are you speaking of the white she-wolf that’s been wandering along the coast?”