Sun Mote Copse a murder of crows

Considering how much of a handful the three of his youngest children were, Phox hadn't made time to seek out the latest addition to the youth ranks until now. He had, of course, seen Rasalas in passing, and Niamh had given him a brief rundown about him, but they hadn't spent any quality time together. So when Phox plucked his scent out of the dozens that occupied the border's edge, he drifted toward the boy until he eventually spotted him up ahead.

Rasalas! he called out, trotting a bit faster to close the gap between them. Hey, wait up! Phox ambled along until he was in conversational distance before he continued. I don't think we ever got a proper introduction. I'm Phox, another one of the Regents here. Phox looked out at the land that surrounded them before returning his gaze to the boy. You like patrolling?