Northstar Vale *internal screaming*

Redshank had seen Titmouse racing through the territory from a distance, at first mistaking him for some crazed black-phase fox. But no, it was just the weirdo being...well, weird. He watched him with both amusement and confusion for a while before deciding to take a closer look, maybe even intercept him. Thoughts of tripping the other boy surfaced and a mischievous grin slipped across Redshank's features.

It instantly disappeared as he heard a deadpan voice, and looked up ahead to see the dark girl who was perched atop a boulder. Her again? His attention shifted to the female instead and he almost forgot about the darting Titmouse. She was in front of him and he behind, and the boy hoped she hadn't noticed him yet. He slunk down low, a wicked grin creeping across his face again. Titmouse was no longer his target for the moment.