Ravensblood Forest three days out of the month

There came a soft, low sound that didn't fit among the surrounding sounds of wilderness, and Willow looked up and around in time to see a heavy-set stranger lingering nearby. They looked young and strong; a hardy, masculine creature that Willow felt immediately jealous of; but also, in a strange way, enamored by.
A shyness overcame Willow indicative of a different age. He felt suddenly so inadequate, and small, like he was a cub staring up at the majesty that was Rannoch, his father.
H-hello, crackled his voice, effeminate, oddly juvenile.