Ravensblood Forest aperitif

He hums to her first sentence. He’s glad to know the she-wolf isn’t dead, but the whole exchange was unnecessary in his eyes and for Nemisis to attack one that could be called his ally, or at least an acquaintance, doesn’t sit well with him.

Then as the smaller wolf continues, she seems to propose an idea of some sorts — a compromise. He nods once to the agouti female before him. He seems her terms acceptable. Medics are honored in his pack and valuable. So he would not treat her any less than he would his own pack, unless she were to do something that begged him to.

“I accept. I’ll need your name and the names of any others that are with you as well.” His nose has caught the scent of other wolves on her pelt through the slithering breeze. “So to be sure they get the same treatment. We’re willing to house or feed you as well if so needed. But I’m sure you’re capable enough to hunt of your own. We will treat you as an ally to the pack and will share our forest with you. Medics are honored in my family, as they should be.”