Shadewood Seek you out

"You." The word flung with the whoosh of a unnotched arrow, thudding direct into the chest of the Demon. But the target was not the existence he aimed for- it was the importance. "You are most trusted, but you will not be who I send. I will not risk losing you, nor your potential."

Turning from the Mentor, Raziel pondered through the entirety of his command, each individual face and name, perfumes and colognes flooding him in a relentless wash of memory. Of how they came to under his gaze, within his home, their home. They were all Family, and yet- 
It was he who was disconnected from them all, the most. Most especially...

Amaya. She was a rather plain looking girl, blending into most regular hordes of packs with ease, a regular grunt of the mindless drones. It was her who had been seen as a soft woman, an individual who needed to feel her Keep Watcher in her life much more than what he had been as of late. He was the shepherd to their greatness, but a member of his flock needed honing. She needed her hooves filed to points, her teeth sharpened to fangs.
Amaya would recognize him.
And he would hope to recognize her, too.

"Amaya is my chosen one."