S.O.S.

No one could really say where Starling had been, to be honest. He had been everywhere, doing what he did best. He walked, he moved in a very solitary way. There was nothing to hunt anymore, everything was dead in the winter, and he didn't return home enough to take his dried herbs with him. He had spent a great deal of time up in the north, hoping he'd run into Cathy here and there without seeming too.…clingy. He missed his family, sure. But there was something.…liberating about being out on his own. He didn't have to worry, didn't have to work hard to meet, what he believed, where their expectations. Didn't have to feel guilty of his talent or ashamed that it wasn't the right talent. He had missed his birthday and, sadly, he did regret that..

But something brought him back from his travels on this specific day. Just as his paws touched familiar territory he heard a call. Someone was calling.…for him? Well, that could only really mean one thing. He hummed to himself before changing course, coming up behind the caller rather than through the packlands. He didn't really know this man, he recognized him from Arian's challenge, but that was about it. Instead he just smiled softly and, with a quiet voice, he asked, "H-how c-can I help you?" He looked this man up and down, noting nothing seemed injured. He hoped it wasn't serious, an internal bleed? He couldn't remember if he had the herbs to handle that in this season. Maybe it was time to scout out the south.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"