Northstar Vale tracking

The redstone man was fortunate to cross paths with Maxim. There had been little time for Arsenio to get to know Towhee’s husband. She had mentioned him, with her children, and had appeared to be happy with the family she’d made. He knew there were many others of course. She boasted the size of the Redhawks, and with good reason. It showed that she loved her kin.

Maxim, hello, the russet-furred mercenary greeted in his approach. The strides that carried him closed the space between them swiftly. Glacial blue eyes traced the frame of the man. His coat was dark, softened with marks of earthy brown.

What can I help you with, today?

The query was warm and made with a toothy smile. Arsenio meant to assist Maxim in whatever he was doing.