Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

Vaska brought up the rear of their puppy posse, with Venere and Vidaar comfortably in front. For as much as they pushed him around, he felt safe as their lackey, protected from the frontlines of all these strangers by their brazen approach.

As it was, he peered from behind Vidaar and sought the faces for anyone he knew, Kevalin especially. But his gaze instead lifted up to a woman from the Saints and he felt his skin prickle with surprise and unease.

He had never seen anyone who had looked like him before (from what little the others would tell him about how he looked, if he, and when he, ever asked), but when he looked upon the snowy woman, with eyes as red as sunset clouds, he wondered if this was what he looked like, too.

Which meant that he was not alone, and Vaska marvelled up at @Arlette - quiet, and distracted, by these questions that held no words.