Ravensblood Forest get yourself a decent haircut, man

It took an incredible amount of willpower to resist going to her when her soft whisper — drawing out the part of his name that Chusi could pronounce called out to him. Instinct demanded that he go to her, comfort her, assure her that he had not left. That he would never abandon her as her parents and those that had came before him with the exception of the lovely bard had. The paternal dominated part of his mind was horrified that he held to his intentions and kept moving, leading her away from the place she'd found her bone. To ignore her whisper asking for him in that soft, childish voice. Yet, to reveal himself to her would spoil the whole purpose of the lesson he deigned to teach her. Thus, Arturo pressed on with it.

His shoulders stiffened, his ears cupping forth atop his skull as he picked up her light footfalls against the bracken that covered the forest floor. Admittedly, Arturo could have made it harder for her  to find him but the intent was not yet to present that type of challenge for her. The goal still remained the same: she would find him without his intervention and accordingly, without him making it harder for her. Those lessons were for later when her skills improved. He remained low, tucked against the inside of the seqouias hollowed out trunk, waiting.