Ravensblood Forest Late At Night

As the striped male languidly makes his way away from the den, it’s not soon after he passes the stone arch does he hear the padding of steps behind him. They shuffle in the debris of the forest floor and for a moment he doesn’t even turn to see who it is. A fair two or threes seconds go by with his ears swiveled back, obviously listening to whoever is there but for some reason deciding not to look.

Finally he turns his head slowly, almost owlishly, the canary yellow of his eyes settle on Derg and without even having to force it, a smile comes to his face. He looks forward just as quickly as he looked behind him and laughs. It’s a quiet sound that seems like no effort is put into it. Soon enough, Donovan’s deep voice is cutting through the tantalizing silence of the nighttime air.

“Hey peaches.” He greets lowly. “Come to join me on my walk? I could use some company.”