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Red- The edge of the market Red grunted when searches for their path didn’t seem to turn up quite the right one. Not much to do but pick one and get going. ”We can find the right way once we’re out of the woods,” he decided, hefting the wounded furball with one arm while the other held...

Red- The edge of the market Red looked around when the question came up, realizing the arrival of the ship had gotten him disoriented. He made a considering noise, taking a few moments to try and remember which way they had come. The wolf man frowned and scratched at his tangled mane of...

Red- The edge of the market When the sniffling died down, Red took a look at the wound as well. He was no better a doctor than twelve seconds earlier, but it looked better, at least. He looked up to Zach and gave a nod. ”Thanks.” Melanie’s question made Red take notice of the expanded...

Red- Out in the Hedge Red was glad for Zach turning up. He was doing his best to keep from jostling the wounded little creature, but he was no medic. Didn’t even have any goblin fruit on-hand. When and if Zach offered his own, Red gave a grateful nod and urged the little creature to have a...

Red- Out in the Hedge Red crouched down beside the fallen child, grimacing at the sight of the blood. He was a mess himself; drenched in rain-water, clothes and hair sprouting twigs and leaves accumulated from the run through the forest, but at least he was unhurt. Even this close, he couldn’t...

Red- Out in the Hedge The last foundling bolted, and Red hesitated. Instinct said to chase, but he had two of the kids with him already, and the bond seemed tenuous enough even with his pledge. It gave Sackcloth time to act. He got to see the whole thing; the wind-up, the pitch, the...

Red- Out in the Hedge Red’s smile spread when Melanie’s hand found its way into his. He looked between Harte and the un-named stray, before releasing the former. His offer was open to all of them. ”We know where all of you came from,” he assured, offering them the chance to take part in the...

Red- Out in the Hedge A wolf’s smile probably shouldn’t have ever been gentle, but Red’s was still human enough to manage. He held out his free hand; hairy and tipped in claws, but a gesture that didn’t belong to a beast. Golden-brown eyes took on an excited light as an idea struck him...

Red- Out in the Hedge Red seemed to be having some difficulty, brow furrowed and frowning. It had been some time since he had to deal with children verbally. Hood and Sackcloth picked up the slack, thankfully, and the little hairball in his arms had stopped his fighting. Crouching down, the...

Red- Out in the Hedge

Red- Out in the Hedge The identification made Red look back to the struggling thing he was holding by the scruff. Hood seemed able to identify him, at least. Red ignored Ian’s demands to be freed. ”He’s right,” Red agreed with Hood. Play time is over. We need to take you all home.” Only...

Red- Out in the Hedge Red caught the falling tangle of fur and cloth with a grunt, before taking the thing by the scruff to get a good look at the kid’s face. The growl died down in his throat. It really was a kid… ”Hold still. Is Melanie Grace with you? ” Red inquired, keeping a hold on the...

Red Red looked down from the tree, scanning the greenery. Snuffling at the air. Another growl built up in his throat and he edged closer to Sackcloth, putting his back to the puppet. Whether this was protection or pack tactics was anyone’s guess. ”Found the rest,” he had the presence of...

Red Red frowned at the rock-throwing…only for Sackcloth’s suggestion to make him blink and look back up at the furry form. Hood took to climbing first, so Red set to prowling about beneath. The second rock startles the wolf, and he moves underneath the falling figure, spreading his arms. Hood...

Red The satisfaction of running with a pack was impossible to ignore. Red ran to one side of the chase, searching for a good angle to curl around and catch their quarry from another angle. The chase didn’t last long enough for that, though; Red burst into a clearing behind Hood to see the dark...

Red Red heard before he saw and ran before he thought. He tore off after the fleeting shape, wind and rain at his back, bounding over roots and shoving aside thorns. Red had the urge to get down on all fours, but to that one he didn’t listen. The rest, he indulged, teeth bared somewhere...

Red Wet leaves, wet earth, wet dog. Red prowled about the side of the boat, searching for tracks amid the rapidly liquefying floor of the Hedge. His shoes were caked in mud, his hood getting drenched and sticking to his head, and instead of feeling cleansed by the rain his own stink was...

Red So much for that. Red shook his head unhappily, unable to muster an interest in clothing, and turned to brush past Sackcloth and any others in the way. The place was useless to him, and that meant back to the trail, if it hadn’t already completely dissolved. He tugged at the top of his...

Red Red felt the growl rising in his throat. ”I don’t need a book to tell me how to hunt, and I don’t have a day to wait for one!” he snapped at both of the spindly creatures. The way he spoke seemed to put his teeth on display exceptionally well, and he was puffing hot air out of his...

Red Red puffed after getting a good whiff of the goblin. No good. He was just about to try and tromp back to the trail when Sackcloth spoke up. Condescending as the whole show was, Red found himself tapping a finger on his hip in tune to the brownie’s cadence. At the end of it, he smiled that...