Shadewood all at once

He would kill him, that much was for sure. He had no idea where Rannoch had disappeared to after abandoning the Vale or if he was still even in the Wilds, but Redshank knew that he was a dead man walking. Rannoch's friendship and, with it, the Vale, had been the one stable thing in his life and it had just been ripped out from under him. If he ever saw the cerulean-eyed man again, he would rip his throat out (though, unbeknownst to the boy, someone had already attempted to beat him to the punch).

The Wilds was a place Redshank was at least somewhat familiar with, however, so he stayed within its boundaries. He had also found a quite habitable forest, too. The trees provided shelter from the cold and snow that was beginning to fall and he had even found carrion. It was old and half decayed and, when he had originally stumbled upon it, it was covered in crows. But it was food. Redshank's ribs were visible as he hungrily tore strips of meat from the creature's bones, and he cast his gaze around every so often, wary of equally hungry predators that could be lurking in the forest.

I'll kill them too if they try anything, he thought arrogantly, turning back to the carcass to try and free a particularly meaty bone.