Hushed Willows Drifter

caw knows 0 about whitebark stream but this has been lonely for a while!!

caw is not very busy when the call comes. well, he is always busy! but it is not with anything that can't wait. no rituals or offerings that will be left incomplete. so he is perfectly free to abandon things and go after whoever it is who is speaking, but he waits for a few minutes first. there are many faeries better at guarding the borders than he is! fionn had knocked him down so quickly. he would probably prefer to take care of it himself.

but after the few minutes pass there is no indication that it has been answered, either. and it is not good to leave the opportunity for a stranger to walk into the court, even if they do seem to be here just to deliver a message. so even though he might not be the best choice, he is happy to try!

he lingers there for a moment, considering. he is probably supposed to look scary. that is what orlaith does! she always makes sure to lift her head and tail and snarl so everyone knows she is in charge. he can do this as well! motioning vrána down to his shoulder with a quick twist of his muzzle, caw waits for her to settle before he bounds off in the direction of the sound. 

he comes to a stop only a handful of minutes later, skulking out of the brush with his scarlet gaze fixed on the visitor. caw does not know who he is on sight, and it may be because it is very rainy, but a cursory sniff gives him no information otherwise. he could still be a saint, probably. they had called when they first appeared! he will just be careful.

tail lifted and head stretched evenly between his shoulders, caw blinks at the stranger. "hello! why at seelie court?"