Moonspear love the child

Revui. Admittedly, he hadn't thought much about him lately. Though his absence was a curious sort, it had long been buried beneath everything else that had occurred. His disappearance came at such a strange time. Even now, he hadn't spared a thought to where the steely Ostrega had disappeared to, at least not until Hydra had brought it back to his attention.

"No," he answered. His gaze drew out to the expanse ahead of them, picking through the timber. "I haven't any clue where he would have gone to, either." His words were hushed, the mirth in them stolen away. Perhaps he should have devoted a little time to seeking the yearling out, if only to soothe her wonder. But there was ultimately little to go on, especially now. Any trace of Revui had been washed and blown away.

"Any thoughts on that? Perhaps I haven't been looking in the right place," when really, he hadn't even looked at all.