Wapun Meadow casanova

Fresh from his dismissal among the wolves of Rosings, the pale boy was waylayed by his budding grief; first the heartbreak of losing his sister, then losing the only home he had ever known. Now, losing out on what might have been. Renoir would find somewhere to lay his head for the night, but he knew deep in his shattered heart that he needed more - companionship, at the very least, kept his mind occupied. In his solitary state he wandered, listless and forlorn, through the tall grasswild of a nearby meadow. In keeping to his word and departing the border of Rosings, Ren hoped he had earned some measure of good favor; but he would linger near, daring and foolhardy, with the hope that his luck would change.