Ravensblood Forest the fat pelican

It wasn't her voice that he recognized. It wasn't even her scent. No, it wasn't until he saw her with his own dark brown eyes that he realized who had asked the question. He stood before her, staring blankly for a moment as the recognition washed over him.

An old friend, he replied, a wry grin settling there. He didn't rush forward or pretend to be dumbfounded that he had found her. Kaertok had spent his entire time in this region looking for her, and here she was. He had always known that he would find her; it was only a matter of time. Still hate me for leaving?