Redhawk Caldera Ever get the feeling that you're never all alone?

He saw them first; one shadow, then another, but not a third. For a split-second he thought he imagined them. They moved with purpose, as if they spent many of their days roaming the abandoned lands following the exodus of his family; maybe they had spotted him after all, and they were coming for him. He should have been afraid, but Titmouse found that the longer he traced their shapes, the closer they got, the less he feared them. They had exacted their revenge upon him - whether it was warranted or not - and now he expected nothing from them. No aggression, no great amount of care. Perhaps he was being naive.

But he made no move to hide from them. A ghost of a former self, a former life, haunted by shadows. It seemed almost... Destined.