Northstar Vale and all the pieces matter

Saleem's eyes narrowed on the approaching wolf. He didn't know his name, but he had seen him in Epoch, and he was not prey. He didn't smell of blood, but he also didn't smell of anybody Saleem knew very well—like his parents, brother, or Reyson. He was small and lanky, but something about his overall vibe didn't scream "child" to Saleem. Something was off, but since he couldn't pinpoint it exactly, the blue-eyed boy simply remained aloof.

Hunting, he said. Gonna find the thing that did this—Saleem lifted his chin up to reveal the gnarled scar—and kill it.