Arrow Lake They're going to be guarding my bed. I wanted to see who they were
on my teeth
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He followed the new wolfscent with a vested interest; Redshank aspired to meet and size up each of the newcomers as they entered Diaspora's ranks. Oddly, he had settled quite well into the pack despite never really being one for them. It felt as if it was comprised of wolves who seemed to be cut from the same cloth as Stigmata, if not similar. He guessed the idea of trawling through the mountains attracted a certain sort.

He had secured his place within the hierarchy however, and while the Cairn was able to command a certain amount of respect from here, his ambitions grew ever more lofty as he got to know his...competition.

So he sought out the fresh blood, finding them easy enough after a few minutes tracking. They stood out amongst the snowy backdrop — a tall, long-legged shadow marred with scars. A fighter. Redshank approached slowly, offering a low grunt in greeting.