Totoka River caravanserai

<3

Arturo split his time between recruiting outside of his forest home and tending to those he had gathered to join his Family, stocking caches, marking borders and mentoring Chusi. Luckily for him Chusi was not incapable of taking care of herself to some extent and she did not need him as a younger child would have. She was allowed free reign of Ravensblood Forest to romp around as she pleased — though the Ceannasach encouraged her to seek out the other adults and to assist where she could. She was not so young to be helpless and though the expectations were not as strict as they were upon an adult's shoulders he still excepted her contribution where she could understanding that she was still limited in ways that adults were not. She seemed eager enough and he let her fly without worry.

He had followed a red fox's trail outside of his borders, following the winding path of the Totoka River, stained red with the blood orange of the setting sun as it spilled it's ember light upon the lands. Defiant until it sunk entirely beneath the horizon. The trail ended to a borrow with squealing pups in the depths of it and Arturo let out a low breath, taking a few steps away from the fox den, rolling his eyes against the unfortunate development. To kill her would be to cruelly end the lives of the small whelps she bore. While this perhaps would not have bothered another it bothered the Ceannasach who had once been the father of helpless, squealing newborns. He would find another.

He moved on from it, side stepping it with a flick of his tail, his gaze sweeping the waters only to fall upon a sylph in the distance. Tri-colored and appeared to be washing herself in the waters. Ember eyes appraised her from the distance for a few seconds before a soft chuff slipped from betwixt his lips to bring to her attention his presence. The abandoned hunt was forgotten about.