Fox's Glade i’ll dig her up tonight

I was going to bring him back to say hello to family, but this will also do...

He would not have recognized her face nor form, so bent and scarred from when he had seen her last, but Merrit would always know the voice of his sister.

The raven tore through the forest, his quarry forgotten; a small pile of stones he had collected from a river nearby. He would find them again, and if he did not, then he would find others to fill the purpose he would give them.

For now, they did not matter. His purpose fixed on the wild man, and his pupils narrowed to pinpricks within their hazel sea.

He flung himself forward, as Tuathal had shown him, and aimed his jaws at the perpetrator’s face.