Redtail Rise I don’t have friends, I’ve just got one

Oliver was resting in the shade of his favorite tree, his head laid across his crossed forelegs. His yellow eyes followed the path of a rather large beetle as it crawled through the grass, stumbled over a twig, scurried over his paw, and eventually disappeared beneath the leaf litter. He was procrastinating again. He'd been trying to motivate himself to begin pursing his trades, but he found himself paralyzed by doubt and fear. It did not help that Arion had promised him a free ticket out if Oliver didn't meet his expectations.

His ears twisted back to catch what sounded like something dying very close by. Alarmed, Oliver rose and trotted over to investigate. He came upon Reek and Arion laying side by side in the grass. "Hey guys," he greeted them as he approached. His nose wrinkled in disgust as the foul stench of bile filled his nostrils, then he noticed the puddle of vomit next to Arion.

"Is he okay?" Oliver asked Reek, concerned.