Stavanger Bay towers and shadows

Set sometime after all the other stuff.

He had made himself a recluse. Unable to face the crew he was meant to look after and ashamed to meet his Captain. But when the summons went up, Raptor knew the time had come and he did not fight it. He dragged himself to his feet and, head hanging, started a slow walk to what he believed was his end; what he needed to be his end.

The sable wolf said nothing as he quietly presented himself before his leader, bedraggled and torn, the wounds on his body as apparent as the wounds on his spirit. His empty gaze fixed into the sand at the Captain's paws as he skimmed back his ears and waited for Smokestep to speak.