Northstar Vale I can still smell the smoke

For anyone! Maybe some other Diaspora doggos ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

The boy wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was relieved he had a group at his back once more. Even if they were only few in number; the members he had been told of seemed capable enough (except for the newest one who had apparently fallen from the sky — Redshank may be starved but at least he hadn't incapacitated himself).

However, he supposed he should make himself useful and provide for their injured packmate, and to prove to Stigmata that he was making some sort of effort (he really was grateful to man for bringing him into their fold). But of course, he would do it with the same dour enthusiasm that he did most everything with.

Slowly, Redshank descended the slopes into a snowy Vale he had once, long ago, called home. He scarcely remembered much of it, but it brought up a painful, angry reaction that he struggled to ignore. With his usual scowl, the Cairn stalked through the naked forest, searching for either prey or herbs he could return with.