"Do you really think he's here?" asked the raven on the Femage's arm.
Athyn walked through the woods trying to find a clearing. The raven looked around, turning and tilting its head to the left and right, hoping to spot him.
"Where else would he be, Mina?" Athyn glared at her surroundings as she answered the raven's question. "That recluse always wanted to exile himself in these..." the Femage gestured contemptuously at a trunk, "...tree places."
"Forests," offered the raven.
"I don't care," Athyn snapped. "And stop asking about him, you ingrate bird. You did not get to be his Familiar. Get over it. You're mine."