Whitebark Stream displaced

He came closer despite the warning Redshank gave, and the rumbling in the boy's throat faltered. The stranger drew up and at first seemed bold, almost dignified as he strode forwards, although something seemed to shift and suddenly his head drooped and he appeared to visibly relax. Taking it as his way of saying I am friend, Redshank stopped in his backing away, though his expression remained fiercely guarded and dubious.

He followed the yellow-masked man's gaze over to the mountain, expectantly waiting for him to comment on it. Instead the stranger then inspected the setting sun before focusing back on him again, almost as if in confusion? "Uh," Redshank began with a furrowed brow. Could the man speak? "Do y'know anythin' about that?" he asked flatly, punctuating the last word with a jerk of his head towards the fire-rimmed peak.