Between Honeysuckle and himself, they had just finished feeding their two ever-growing children, when Sanguine had promptly announced that he would be going out again. This time for an “important visit”. Pausing to give his mate a quick preen before taking off, he grabs a small bundle of furs and simply states that he'll “be back later”. There was no pretense of work, no pressing errands to be done, this was simply a visit. It had been some time since Sanguine had last heard any word of the sole “aberrant” he so admired.
He and him barely knew each other as it was, their only real connection being Sanguine's father, Rosewood, who had introduced them years ago. Rosewood had taken the young Sanguine along to collect some culls from the Keeper when first they met, insisting that he should be more familiarized with some of the clan's “most prominent figures”. Namely, Rosewood's friends. This particular Keeper left quite an impression on the boy, inspiring him with stories of the great pride taken in pure lineage, of one's place in shaping the events of history, of duty and honour... all that good stuff.
Sanguine was now flying deep into the Deep Woods to meet (*ahem*) “a legend among Sentinels”. He flew to meet Brushfyre of the Flame.
