Arrow Lake higher vampire

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Adjusting to pack life again has been a struggle, regardless of the differences from Morningside. He'd accepted awhile ago that he was on his own for good — and now he isn't. So that's weird. Good weird, though, he thinks, idly trailing the borders of Diaspora's claim; he's healthier now than he's been in months, and maybe happier, too. It's been a slow recovery, (at least, by the standards of one so young) but he's grateful for the improvement.
Stigmata's presence slips by him at first, lost as he is in his own thoughts. He doesn't really expect anyone to be looking for him, either, so it comes as a surprise when he finally does spot the man's purposeful approach. He pauses, gaze flicking briefly over the hare dangling from the other's jaws as he turns, and greets him with a deferential dip of his head and lowering of posture. Hello — um, sir, That's right, isn't it? He hasn't interacted directly with the leader very much, but there is an imposing air about the man; something that demands respect. He's not eager to find out what happens when Stigmata feels disrespected, anyway.