Porcupine Ridge Shapeshifter

Good, Hex remarked, the barest of smirks upon his face as he responded. Otherwise, his mien was impassive, unreadable as he walked with his fellow ridge denizen. He felt her eyes upon her and resisted replying for a while, only opening his mouth after several heartbeats.

Things are changing here, he remarked, jaw clenched. Muskrat is gone. I'd asked Golden Eagle to step in, but. . .

He stopped, and looked Envy up and down. A loyal wolf, having recruited a few to the cause. Strong, wily, confident. He nodded slightly, and drew in a breath.

I think I may want you for Sentinel, Envy, Hex told her. Would you accept, and lead by my side?