Redhawk Caldera intro to anxiety

Back when he lived among the vale wolves things seemed simpler; there were less bodies of course, and much more to do. The territory might've been massive then as well, but Tit wasn't aware. He had been younger and hardly keen in absorbing such information. His memories of the place were scattered remnants of an old self. He wondered about his future as he looked out over the ridge. Would he forget all about the vale, in time? Would they forget about him? Had he let Rannoch down when he left...?

Titmouse did not come to any conclusions, but it was no fault of his own. He wasn't a very introspective creature and when a voice came bursting from behind him, the boy was quick to divert his attention away from his doubts and curiosities. He was on his feet and abruptly turning to look through the foliage for the origin of the voice - and saw his dark-coated brother. For a split second he thought it was Redshank of all people, and a smile drifted over his pointed face.

Hey - this wasn't Redshank, but that was okay, his brain corrected. How did you know I was here? Nice save, bro.