Northstar Vale a little slow, a little late

He heard footsteps, and for a split second, Saleem worried that she might have bested him again. However, the pattern was familiar, and it was followed by a breeze carrying the scent of Reyson, a well-known member of Epoch. Maybe not well-known by Saleem, but he certainly knew of the scarred man. The boy lifted himself from the stream, his own path merging with that of the large reddish wolf. Perhaps to others he seemed daunting, but since Saleem had been around him his whole life, it didn't feel that way to him.

You think I'll get a scar? he asked, stretching his chin up so Reyson could see the gnarly wound beneath. It wouldn't be so bad if he grew up to look like that.