Northstar Vale Makriá

Arsenio would have commented on her offer, but a young face had appeared in the doorway and carried a young body in with it. Towhee looked happily upon her son. The Arche smiled between the two of them, pleased to see another family in the vale, pleased to see that they were well.

The son – Jack Snipe – was a sharp young thing. He eyed Arsenio from the edges of his gaze. The pup looked shrewder than even the Imperator. The redstone wolf could not help but wonder if Jack Snipe was a serious, unshaken boy, like Antigone. It felt foolish for him to say that he wanted his children to have friends. Hovering would not be a gift to them.

Jack Snipe, it is good to meet you! Strong. You are a young mercenary in the making, are you not? Arsenio said to the boy, tail waving warmly. Whatever the boy wanted to be, he looked like he had the fire in his heart to accomplish it.