Blackfeather Woods thine azure sister of the spring shall blow

The wraith spends the morning lost in thought, patrolling alone to clear his mind. It's midday before he stops to ground himself again, to set a goal and complete it before the day closes. Time to try again at sealing an aging wound, perhaps. He seeks @Taikon, following his scent for a time before he thinks to stop and call for the man. Then all he can do is wait.