King Elk Forest Best believe we fought hard when temptation arrived,

For once, Ravinger wasn't napping.  He had just woken up from one not minutes before the summons.  He paused to give a little stretch, first with his hind limbs, then with his front, prior to yawning.  The bard took his time heading toward the call (which was Célnes', no doubt; he knew her voice).  Just as he was about to arrive, he saw a flash of a bright pelt, and his heart did a little fumble.  Just as he recognized Célnes' voice, he, too, recalled Cynefrid's pretty coat.  He quickened his pace to join her in Célnes' audience.

"Hello, Cynefrid," he greeted, his voice thick with affection. "King Cousin." Ravinger then spoke to the one who'd called them both.