Arrow Lake there goes the neighbourhood...

Oh hai (can just be a cameo if you don't want to notice him!)

He had stayed where Jigsaw had left him; in a cave up in the destabilised mountains that bordered Arrow Lake. The kindly man had long since gone, leaving Redshank to his own devices once he had healed enough from his injuries. He still wasn't quite sure of the man's motives — if any — and why he was so eager to help, but some part of the Cairn was grateful. He would live to see another day, at least.

He walked now along a high path that cut into Shadow Mountain that overlooked the lake. He had made frequent trips down there to quench his thirst and hunt (though prey here was even more scarce than in the valleys). Today, however, a silver-cloaked figure at the lake's edge made him pause.

He felt his hackles bristle with recognition, frozen as he watched the other man seemingly test his weight upon the ice. He wasn't sure where he had seen him before, but the sight sent an odd shiver down his spine. He was exposed here upon the cliff face, a dark smudge against the snow-dusted granite backdrop, but the man found he could not move, gaze transfixed upon the not-quite stranger.