King Elk Forest confess your way to me, my dear

Imagine his surprise when he smelled the scent of his only full-blooded sister.  Ravinger quickly came calling, trotting quite swiftly through the woodlands they now called home.  He rather liked the place himself, regardless of how small it felt at times.  Moreover, he was now merely glad that his Aéthie was here to enjoy the majesty of their new home, too.  Célnes beat him to the punch, as usual, but that wasn't anything new.  He warbled a sound somewhere between a note and whistle as he caught up with the two Déorwine ladies.

"Well, lookie there," he exclaimed with roguish delight. "Darling Aéthie, beautiful as ever, I see," Ravinger aimed to move forward so that he could supply a lick upon his littermate's cheek. "Glad to see you aren't dead!"