Porcupine Ridge Blackbird song

Lorcan descended the slope with an easy, powerful stride, his dark gaze sliding from Envy’s vibrant energy to Hex, the young leader.

The young leader had a lithe, almost sinewy frame—a contrast to Lorcan’s towering, muscular build. But in that leanness, Lorcan saw potential: the young one’s wiry frame spoke to agility, perhaps intelligence. He tilted his head slightly, sizing up Hex in silence, taking his measure without a hint of condescension. Hex’s youth was apparent, yet Lorcan could see the confidence the leader wore like armor, as though his place in Shadow Ridge was one hard-won and staunchly defended.

Envy was bouncing, nearly brimming over beside him, but Lorcan offered only a brief smirk her way, indulging her enthusiasm while his focus remained on Hex. Hex, sharp and clearly ambitious, held his ground, sizing up Lorcan with cautious curiosity.

Lorcan, Lorcan greeted, voice low but cordial, his gaze unwavering. Respectful but distant, he offered enough in return to satisfy the introduction, though there was a restrained edge to his eyes—a sense that he was quietly studying, already piecing together the dynamic before him. Can do a lot of things. Just name them.

Lorcan allowed the silence to hang, his presence calm yet commanding, his weighty stillness a contrast to Envy’s bouncing. He knew he had time to observe, to play his cards, confident that Hex and Shadow Ridge would soon learn what he brought to the table.