Iromar was a different place from Taviora. It was a bit more wet here, and the foliage gave off a different vibe all together. His eyes scanned the land, taking in how different it was from his forest world. There were still trees here, still many things, but he did find that there were an abundance of insects flying in the air. His attention snapped towards them, watching them carefully. The faeries have always spoken about all the small worlds that the insects inhabit. Their lives were very different from his own. He was but a giant in the world. He imagined it was dangerous to be so small- and thus why they must be so fast.

He looked down at the pile of feathers in the log. He noticed some fungus growing in the log, and looked at it curiously as he awaited. There was fungus everywhere in the world, but this one was quite different than the kind of Taviora. He examined it carefully, nose reaching over to sniff it. He wondered how long it was going to take. He was not that far from Raven's den area, but perhaps she was not here right now. Maybe he had come at a bad time.

Then his eyes were directed to a dark figure in the distance. His eyes of blue flashed with yellow and pinks focused in on the figure, but it was not Raven. This wolf was not build like her nor colored like her. He half expected another to come though- this was indeed a pack and not a loner den. He lets his ears pin back slightly as his muzzle dipped down, his star crown facing the large female as she approached.

She did not seem to be bubbly or happy. It did not bother him though, and he lifted from his seating position in greeting. She speaks, brows lifting slightly at her words. It appears that Raven had spoken of him. Yet, she looked...concerned, or that something was not exactly right. Like she was on some sort of mission. Perhaps he was just getting in the way of her duties, but then when she asked where he last saw Raven, his mind began to tick. Raven lived here- why would she be asked that? He looked down at the feathers he brought, remembering the time he visited her here. It took a while to gather enough feathers to bring to her, not to mention his habit of wandering off.

"It was...here, at the willow tree in her den last spring. I had promised to bring her feathers to make her den more comfortable, it just...took a while to gather them all." he said, looking back up to the female with a somewhat sheepish smile.

"I don't mean to be a bother, is she here? I can just leave them if I am not welcome, can you let her know?" he asks, assuming he was not going to be welcomed here and perhaps he had displeased the lady. The lands smelled of the female, and he had heard of Aithne. It seemed this was indeed her, and he took a step back to ensure he meant to be no threat. He simply wanted to visit his friend, but he knew that perhaps his last unintentional intrusion would mean he is not welcomed now.