I've been patient. I've waited until the signs are clear enough; she, Seraphina, has had her children and they ought to be at an age where the instincts surrounding them become more rational. I have done my best to understand their need for space despite the unfinished business of a stranger being here but now, as spring truly makes itself at home, that time has come to an end.

He is easy enough to find. Like a shadow, he surely lingers within the area surrounding her den; his scent is still foreign enough, after all, to find even in the dark of night. I call out for him long before I enter what one could consider Seraphina's 'space,' and even then I linger close to the edges where her scent and the scent of children is slight, barely present. They are fortunate for the preys of Glorall have returned with the rain; rabbits have rebuilt their warrens and pheasants have been spotted entering the territory once again. Already, I've taken it upon myself to bury several kills for Nari and the others yet I have not done so for this new couple - yet, I suppose. Perhaps after knowing this Ravenwing, I will be more inclined to provide more readily.

I make another short call for him, settling beneath the shade of one of the larger trees. I have been busy throughout the morning and now, as the sun peaks, I take it upon myself to take rest where I can. I have no doubt he will be willing to do the same - children are, after all, ceaselessly needy.