"Hiiiii!" The five year old raven shifter chirps, he only stands at about 3'7 but her s pretty sturdy little boy. Same red eyes as Raphiel but full of a mischief.
"Why do you smell like uncle Raph?" Saorr would ask with a tilt of his head.
Duch’s eyes went wide at the question. “Um…hello,” Crap, how was she supposed to explain this one, to a kid? And did she really smell so much like Raph? “And to answer your question, well, we…hug a lot.” She said.
“And what would your name be?”














