Ravensblood Forest there is a light that turns on when you’re feeling alone

His dove could not be lured as easily as Kekoa once thought, leaving him to reroute. It was impossible to keep his mind one-tracked for long these days, anyways.

He instead had put his time into collecting mushrooms of various shapes and sizes, consuming what he knew to be safe and leaving out what was unfamiliar to him to see what would happen to animals who ate from it. Kekoa was making good progress, and now walked with a pelt held tightly in his teeth. He knew no better way to carry his pickings.

The wind carried a short-lived cry on it, peaking his curiosity. Would he get to play the medic today?

Paws carrying a heavy trot, he made his way towards the familiar sound until he spotted another through the trees. Sat on their hip, he could only stare at the distressed stranger and wonder what might be wrong, or if it had been them who cried at all. They called out what could distinctly be recognised as names - but he couldn’t see or smell anyone else nearby.