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The meeting was concluded with only a hint of tension in the moment Ulfhedinn's daughter and Mulherin stepped forward at the same time. Roamer felt the hair on her back ripple, but the girl conceded to her brother and she smoothed back her hackles with a slow exhale. Good. There should be balance in the ranks between the two families inhabiting Redtail Rise. It would not do for three of Ulfhedinn's clan to stand in leadership beside solely Redd.

He and his mate. Two Redtails. As balanced as it could possibly be in Roamer's estimation.

She was satisfied with the outcome, though her eye lingered a moment longer on the daughter who would be Trēow. These three knew their places now, although Roamer felt a sudden disconnect between herself and them. She was a hunter. She was made for it in every sense. In Redtail Rise, there was nowhere higher for a hunter to aspire, no Trēow-esque rank and no abandoned Berserkr post, not while Ulfhedinn drew breath. Her peers now surpassed her and she felt the yawning abyss of not knowing what she wanted or where she belonged except as a cog in a machine.

She howled with them and felt some empty hollow place forming in her chest, a reminder of Avicus.

She had a lot to think about, and thinking would ultimately drive Roamer away on a long quest to find Masquerade and Riley, if only to know the truth of their abandonment and report their location back to Redtail Rise. She would not find them; she would go entirely the wrong direction and become indefinitely lost in the wider world.