Northstar Vale I can still smell the smoke

He was not alone here. In between the trees, Redshank caught sight of a shadowy figure stalking among them - lean, large, and dusted with ash. The Cairn stopped in his own skulking stride, watching warily as the male came into sight fully and redirected his path towards him, dark tail raised in a show of dominance. Stigmata had given him a quick run down on who was who within the group, and had mentioned a man who was to be his second-in-command.

Humbled by his time up in the mountains on the verge of death, Redshank lowered himself slightly in respect, unwilling to be further punished by the world for his disregard of authority. He kept his flaring eyes trained upon the other, however, sizing him up. Tensions would run high until the dynamics of the group were figured out, and Redshank was determined not to end up on the lowest rung of the hierarchy.

"Huntin'," he grunted simply in an unspoken invitation for the lilac-eyed man to join.