Hushed Willows every touch

caw is not familiar with the voice that sends up the next call. the faerie court has been very busy, it seems! there are so many people coming and going, and he has not even met everyone who was here in the first place! but this is just more reason to go, and so, abandoning his previous task of basking in the sun, caw gets to his paws, shakes his fur out, and trots off after it.

it is not too long a walk before he sets eyes on his summoner. his fur is a pretty mix of black and white and grey not so different to caw’s own, his eyes also a gleaming scarlet. with a friendly wag of his tail, caw pauses in front of him, wondering if he is here to question his presence in the faerie court as well. “hello!”