Northstar Vale Makriá

The call from his mother had fractured his serious focus on a particularly slippery weasel he’d seen. The young boy hadn’t wanted to return home without his prize, but after he watched the creature scurry up the length of a full-grown tree… well, he figured he wouldn’t tempt the fate he would have if he ignored his mom’s call.

Trotting toward their home, Jack yipped to announce that he had heard, and he had listened. He hoped he would get brownie points for being so well-behaved. The scent of another figure was there. The freckled boy lifted his head and sniffed at the air, eyes squinted.

Inside their home was a red man. Jack eyed him from the edges of his gaze.

Who’s this?