Felltree Marsh Suffering from FOMO, she can come too

caw is busily burying a mouthful of yarrow in his first new cache when the call comes. shadowed by the edge of the willows, his head lifts eagerly to it. the faerie queen is calling him! but what for?

it is urgent, yes! but this is no excuse to mistreat his plants! he lowers the herbs gently to the shallow hole he has dug, lifts his leg to mark the tree for when he can come back for it, and sprints off into the treeline after the voice. it leads him away from the willows, closer to the very fringe of the faerie court, tongue lolling eagerly from open jaws as he approaches.

he creeps out of the surrounding woods with big bright eyes, tail sweeping behind him and vrána a lingering presence on the curve of his shoulder. it is immediately very clear why he has been called. even he is capable of noticing the tension in the air. he is not sure he is any good with this type of situation, but this has never stopped him from doing anything before!

he does not manage to go far before a fourth figure slinks out of the forest only a few feet away. caw pauses, but she does not seem concerned with him, even though she also does not look happy. she stares after the strangers with head high and teeth bared as well. this just must be the proper way to approach these visitors! he does not know much of the situation but, happily mirroring her movements, caw comes to a halt behind her, hackles raising into a black-and-white bristle of guard hairs and crow’s feathers as he waits for a command.