The Sentinels celestial

opposite of whatever prayers the boy might have muttered, he was indeed spotted, though not by the dryad at first. it had been the raven recently turned free that revealed the existence of the grease coated youth with a beckoning croak.

barbatos turned his attention towards the direction the bird's cry had echoed from, paws steadily marching their way towards the berry-mouthed mirfae. this one appeared larger than the last child he met among these woods, though they shared the similarity of seemingly lacking any parental guardianship.

"greetings," he called out with gentle demeanor as he made his approach, silently taking note of the fruitful mouthful stashed like a chipmunk in the boy's cheeks.