Redtail Rise good things die all the time

A lot had changed in the time she'd been away from him. That stuff could wait, though. His gaze was adoring, much as it always had been, and she smiled lovingly up at him as well. Like always, she was unaware of any sinister thoughts in his head. Pura was kind of weird, but he wasn't a malicious creature. He was a gentle giant.

"You did," she agreed. She needn't ask how. Her visit to the plateau was recent enough that her scent was probably easy to track here. "But what about the plateau? What about Valtyr?" Shortly after leaving home, Saena had seen the red-pointed Sveijarn in the north, but he had fled away before she had a chance to speak with him. It had stung, but she hadn't followed. Whatever strange possessiveness the Redtail had previously felt for Pura's pupil had fled with him.

It was curious that Pura would leave him there, though. It was that which Saena sought to understand.