I have a new family member, it appears. His name is Skimbleshanks, and he is no bigger than my finger. He's already learning how to mouse--but he had best get his wits about him before trying to take down some of the rodents down this way.

Desmond invited me in for dinner. The poor man has learned his lesson. At least I pay people back, no?

Why hasn't she explained the ring? I would expect to be told about...something that serious. Maybe I've been too neglecting, which is sad by itself. To me.

Desmond isn't so bad. Maybe.

If I don't go back soon, someone needs to kick me in the proverbial nuts.

What was she doing out there?

I haven't been able to speak to her yet--and then I find her in the forest--ALONE. Without...anything. Anyone. Hunters were on her tail, but I am glad that the man seemed to know better than to press with me. He had a hunting wolf, instead of a dog. They smelled foreign. I wouldn't be surprised.

...I have never seen this Ilse before. Many other ones...but...

She has very beautiful fur.

No wonder he was after her.

Bless our dumb luck, for my being there. I am trying very hard not to think about what would have certainly happened.

Interesting.

Interesting?

It's just manners. I take care of dead people.

The token makes me curious, though. I'm not sure what I should do.

Maybe this is a good time to actually...visit people.