Scar paced quietly at the entry tunnel of The Grove, he was posted there to help any newcomers who sought out the safe haven, but mostly he had taken the post to wait for his fellow Firelights to return from a mission. They were out dismantling a branch of Shimmer strain down by The Lanes. He had stayed to get some rest and yet here he was, pacing like a bored guard dog at its fence line. He glances over to the giant mural on the north wall, looking over the faces of the fallen and wondering if today would mean painting another on it.

His large ears shift to the tunnel and then his head follows as he hears a far off sound. His footsteps slow to a stop.