Redtail Rise splatter

all welcome!

He did not know that this land might have mattered to him, if he knew the man who had sired him. As it stood this was land of Raider and her blood.

Some tendril of nervousness spread throughout him and he wondered if it would choke him out when the time came to announce the news. He wore the scents of Dragonspine like a cloak of comfort, though. Allowed it to fill him with some sliver of confidence.

His head tipped back and called for Wealda (@Redd) but was prepared to be met by...anyone!

Masque's family, he reminded him. Not Raider.

Someone calls.  Wealda attends, approaching in a manner that gives no welcome, only questions.

Her guard drops only partially when she realizes they come from her sister’s claim.  She would be friendlier on neutral ground, but here she must still stand firm in their boundaries.  Welcome was for pack alone.

Still, she is curious, and tilts her raised head in a welcome to explain.  It is likely that he is here with a message.  She would hear it.

A call for Wealda always implied the presence of her Berserker.

Mulherin offers a woof upon glimpsing Redd as she walks through the woodland. She gives him minimal acknowledgement, more focused on finding and meeting this stranger. He falls behind and lets her range ahead. 

An unfamiliar man waits to be received, passive.

He is curious to see how she handles it.

A silent guard, he watches from afar.