King Elk Forest picked up the bird and above the din i said “that’s the last song you’ll ever sing”

It seems Ravinger would not have his nap today.  A big, gaping yawn splits his jaws, and he stops for a moment to scratch behind one of his ears.  It's Cenric calling.  How thrilling (sarcasm).  He pushes himself up to stand but not before taking another few seconds to stretch out his front legs, back, and hind legs.  He takes his merry time on his way to the meeting, keen not to be the first to arrive.  

Ravinger is here, near the back, waiting until someone else shows up before he strides in.