Ravensblood Forest falling like ashes to the ground

The boy had made a trip to the shores beyond the forest and then returned, no worse for wear. This proved to solidify his own mental image of his progress; no longer was Screech a fully dependent and infirm beast who loitered within reach of others. He could move. He could run. He could do other things too but the Redhawk wasn't about to reminisce about his adventures with Sorina, not if he could help it.

So he took to roaming the forest. Screech tended to stay one one defined path that navigated around his resting place; it would take him time to adapt to the entire forest. Thus far, he knew he liked the open expanse of the coast over the shadows and obstacles of the trees.

When the call comes, Screech is already moving to intercept. He spots the figures of two pale wolves first—then as he exposes himself and comes to join them, he can trace the dark outline of Constantine among them. Black wolves - you never see them coming. As Screech came upon them, flanking them, he bypassed the two others and came to Constantine's side, oddly quiet.