Chimera Fields a crime so old as the sky and bone

ARRIVES

Coincidentally, Rian was nearby investigating the southern edge of Moonsong Glacier for any signs a residential herd when the familiar voice of Cypress rose above the trees. He stopped dead in his tracks, lifted his head, and cupped his ears to the sound. What he heard was a summons, but his anxiety spiked from the sudden request regardless of how welcome the company of the raven boy was. His eyes narrowed as he scanned his surroundings, and ascertained that the call came from outside of the Forest. There were many assumptions he wanted to make about the situation he might be walking into, but he manged to somehow refrain from allowing them to consume him as he clambered down off the trail and headed off in a sprint towards the fields.

It didn't take him long to find them and what he saw nearly caused him to trip up. Rannoch stood beside Cypress, as hale as the day he vanished, looking quite gobsmacked at something that occured before he arrived. He splayed his ears (despite his budding hormonal desire to dominate the younger males) and timidly stepped into the outer fringes of their conversation. Something about the air was heavy, and he felt it keenly in the racing cadence of his heart. Dumbly, he wanted to blurt Rannoch's name to disrupt the unease growing in his chest, but he knew that's not why he was called here. 

Rian spared a final glance towards Rannoch until he settled his eyes on his swarthy cousin, "What's going on?" He asked smoothly while trying to mask the tremble in his voice.