Two Rivers Isle Pity Party

Soft birdsong filtered through the usual rustle of the forest as the yearling padded around his nest, nose pressed to the ground as he breathed in the familiar musty scents. Burke's was still fresh since their last talk yet the brute had long since returned to his partner leaving Shink to investigate the hollow further. It was nestled amongst the muddied roots of a large oak, sheltered from the elements and, besides a few spiders which he had eaten quite quickly, seemingly uninhabited. His thoughts had just turned from inspecting his den to to the estranged alchemist when a howl sounded close by, musical and summoning as he pricked his ears towards the source of the motif.

He didn't recognise the tone of the call, yet curiosity got the better of him and he swung himself into a steady trot, arriving at the fringes of the clearing soon after the song was sung. With his head tilted in interest, he emerged from the brush to bring his movements to a stop before the silvery vixen, pool alight as his curious posture morphed into a friendly wave of his tail as he reclined onto his haunches before the vixen. "Aeronwyn', he spoke, a hint of excitement shone through as he continued, "What have you called me here for?".