Sunset Valley Underneath it all, we're just savages.

Calloon was anything but a fighter. He was a coward, he found, even though he was physically not very able to fight off anyone. He would've been killed a long time ago had he not joined his home, and he feared that he would be in the same dangerous position if he stayed a loner throughout the last bits of summer. To her question, he shrugged casually, hopefully confirming her suspicions.

He whined softly then with a questioning look on his face, nosing the air in front of the stranger. Where did you come from? You smell like others.