Spotted Eagle Mountain interlude

A figure took shape soon enough, trailing his way towards Kendrick. Champagne gaze zeroed in until the stranger was a stranger no more, and rather his brother. Now, Ken loved to be fake with plenty of people, but Cenric was not one of them. The deerboy raced towards him, letting himself be a child again- he was only a yearling, after all. Halting before him with a wagging tail, Aww, lookin' fo' me? What a delight. Cenric, you've no idea how glad I am to see you again. I'm moochin' off of these lunatics fo' now. He offered, a laugh in his voice as he gestured toward the distant canyon. What kind of crazies called themselves the "Saints of the Dying Light?" Dramatic much? How lucky to see his brother again- now there was a twinge of doubt about staying with the strangers. Ken didn't like hard work, but he loved his siblings, and he was willing to give up the free food and sanctuary to be with his family again.