Ravensblood Forest your key won’t shine like this

there is a part of wintersbane — a part that grows ever stronger with the passing of each night that he spends west — that yearns to return to the taiga. to return to the hollow he intends to claim. recruitment and traveling to see it happen is all a necessary evil. packs don't build themselves and wintersbane has a feeling that it's success will depend largely upon the effort he is willing to put forth to see it to fruition. so he spends time away from the taiga where there is not a lot of foot-traffic, trusting those he has recruited and chose to not venture out in search of wolves to sway to their cause to hold down the fort in his absence. speaking of it to any and all that would listen whether they join or not. word of mouth was a powerful tool that the tundrian has learned over the years of his life to utilize to it's full and unbridled potential.

thus he treks through ravensblood forest once more; steps slowing to sniff curiously at the forest floor as he comes across a familiar scent. it is familiar...but also unfamiliar to the fact that there are a myriad of new and different scents laced so intricately with her own. it doesn't take him long to find her, and he recognizes her almost straight away. saucy. a low chuff presses from betwixt his teeth to announce his presence to her.