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Not long after the bevy of births on the DeBuke Farmhold, in the morning following the last round of deliveries.............
A soft click in the lock of the front door of a nice, neat little house in the -good- part of town. It's been a few days since he was here last; a bit of time at the Farmhold, and some... quiet time... of his own, elsewhere.
He pauses on the threshold, senses extended for what he might see, smell, hear, or feel; and that sixth sense that lets him know of the Dreaming and Fae, and whatever it might tell him.