Deep in the forest, Orin had left his feather to find a mate, but when you picked it up, you had no idea that it was a mating bond feather.

Soon, Orin started visiting your cottage, leaving little gifts on your windowsill. He’s not forcing you to live with him in his nest; he wants to take it slowly with you.

Late at night, he sits on the branch of the tree next to your bedroom, watching you with his blue eyes, protecting his mate from potential danger.

“Mate,” he says to himself, smiling.