Ravensblood Forest Happens Like That

He was summoned – an unusual thing these quiet days within the forest. @Durnehviir was also called for – the fiery she-wolf rested along his side and his muzzle slid to her cheek, nosing her gently as he forced himself to pry away from her warm embrace. He sighed inwardly, offering her a gentle smile before beginning his way to the borders. She could continue to rest if she desired – or she could follow him.
 
As he rounded to the borders and the call, the Mayfair noted the wolf Whisper had seemed to intercept. The wolves had yet to fully stake their claim on the forest, and so it wasn’t uncalled for when another traipsed in to their shadows – their scents certainly lingered behind. Grimly, the regal was keen on fixing this and soon – he was more comfortable with their numbers now, and their ability to work together. It would seem nothing truly stopped them now from officially taking what they had earned.
 
“Whisper,” he greeted as he ambled forward, his eyes drifting over her pale gold pelt to study the darker male. “Who’s this?” It was an open question – one that either of them could answer, as the shadowrunner swept his tail upward in dominance.