Shadewood You've been fighting the memory all on your own

Carrying through the draft through the humid forest, the scent of all-too-familiar copper. If anything, he was moreso reassured by its scent. It meant prey was aplenty. It also meant Kai was on the move, getting healthier and fulfilling his wish of her. But untimely as he made the assumption, the fae walked through the curve of trees, bringing the meal to him, instead.

He he was found prone in the brush of fallen leaves, enjoying his respite within the helm of forestry. What he had told the Coywolf woman was true; the secrecy culled the demons in his heart. Atleast for now. 
Watching the speckled youth, he ‘tsked’ And began to shake his head until he saw the blank look on her face. No joy in the hunt, nor pride in her victory. Not even triumph at her prize. Concert immediately scraped the chastise from his tongue and from it flowed the question. 

“What ails you, Kai?”