Northstar Vale we know the way

Even when the animals had disappeared from view, Redshank continued to glare in the direction they went, wishing death and doom upon them for having the gall to run away from him. Such cowards! Of course, the intricacies of hunting was lost on the boy, and he assumed the activity was a simple matter. After all, he had survived solely on carrion alone and, before that, from meals provided by Sol.

The sound of a cough behind him caused Redshank to whip his head around, finally breaking his focused stare from the long gone creatures. He quickly fixed the stranger in his glare then, noting he had seen the man around a few times but had never caught his name. He was built similarly to Rannoch — big and stocky like a tank. This guy, however, didn't seem to command the same respect as their self-appointed alpha. "What?" Redshank responded curtly, brow still crinkled in annoyance from his lost meal (not that he would have been able to take down the doe nor her fawn in the first place).