Northstar Vale i'd be home with you

Redshank revelled in the idea of Rannoch being away — the adults weren't home, time for mischief! — and so spent most of his time terrorising the local fauna (or pack mate), raiding the caches, or ripping apart the trees of the Vale. Not for any particular reason, mostly just because he could. He could do these things anyway, but not having the Alpha possibly looking over his shoulder was freeing, in a way. Redshank didn't fear — or respect — the other adults nearly as much as he did Rannoch.

He spied Titmouse from a ways off and set off a quick trot to catch up to the other child. Even from a distance, the grey-furred boy seemed wrapped in his own thoughts, sad even, though if that mattered to Redshank, he didn't show it. Instead, he approached his fellow pack mate with a wag of his tail and an impish grin. "Hey, Shitmouse!" he called, proud of the nickname he had just come up with for the other boy.