Redtail Rise what is gained, is quickly lost

For @Lacinia set after this thread: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9482

After the fight with Heron Bloodclaw, he had howled for Reek and Saena and while his wounds were tended to, explained what had happened to the two of them. They were the ones who bore higher ranks and they were the ones he trusted. Sure, he trusted the rest of his packmates but his level of trust with the homely man and the yearling went deeper. His first encounter with Reek had gone off the bad start, but over the weeks, Arion believed they had become friends. But perhaps the ragged man might say different, the Greek was a hard man to like after all.

Arion did not go on patrol or hunt as often as he had before the battles, for his injuries wore him down, so he rested when he could, hoping to recover enough to serve the pack as best as he could once more. With a potential war just around the corner, Redtail Rise needed all the warriors and fighters they could have and Arion was needed, more than ever. He cursed his stupidity at being so reckless, but he could not go back in time, the best he could do was to keep training, and rest, to allow his wounds to heal.

The afternoon sun found him pacing at the top of the ridge, gazing into the distant horizon as if waiting for an enemy to emerge, the loner named Heron. Or perhaps the whole Caldera marching up from the plains to his home. But nothing appeared, and Arion did not know whether to be glad or not.