Northstar Vale Trávma

The man prowled away from his family’s den and into the thick of the vale. His gashed nose had stopped bleeding. The confusion he had felt, the anger that had first driven him, was gone and replaced with a sense of dread.

Arsenio caught the scent of the soldier and followed it for a time. It seemed that the man had made himself busy, or at least made himself scarce. He may have been clouded by memories of war. The Arche wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. He did not want to throw the man from their pack.

Antigone’s words were scorched in his memory.

If he hurts me or Zulema or Zosime, then that’s your fault.

The Arche drew back his head and called for @Reyson. They would need to speak.