Duskfire Glacier Royals

The boy turned to him with a toss of his head over one shoulder, the long fur at his ruff following the motion as if he were the star of a hair shampoo commercial. Ah, Chad. The would-be exemplary Déorwine where it not for the shock of cream around his neck. Were it not for that, Brewster perhaps almost would have been jealous of the boy. What could he have possibly done in a past life to deserve the mark of the High Elk's scorn?

The internal questions were waved away as Brewster gave a snort of a laugh at Chad's rebuttal, only to then shake his head at his show of concern. "Aye, we have certainly been blessed to find one another," he agreed, before trying to play off his injury as he had with Calhoun. "Ah, the fire didn't bite too deep," he said in as casual manner as he could. "Shouldn't cause any lasting damage."

Besides, there were more important things to deal with right now. A look of seriousness overcame Brewster's expression as he fixed the younger male in his stern gaze. "Have you come across any of the others?"