The Sunspire black seas

@Rannoch and @Screech but the whole pack is welcome eheh

He had picked up Screech's trail a couple of days ago, instantly brightening at the thought of encountering his friend again. The two managed to see each other every so often as they wandered the wilds, never actually staying long enough in the other's company to find out where they were heading next. Screech had his plans, and Redshank had his own; and he liked it that way. That Sorina girl was occassionally nearby, too, though the boy's opinion of her was soured by the way she treated both he and Screech. However, her scent was seemingly nonexistent in this particular trail — however faint it was — and so the Cairn followed with a curl of his lips that could almost be called a smile.

It led him deep within the mountains and Redshank began to wonder just what the Redhawk boy was doing all the way out here. As he had passed Northstar Vale — the telltale scent of another pack that had laid its claim marking its borders — a deep-seated feeling of betrayal stirred in his gut that only intensified as he drew closer to where Screech's trail led.

He finally found himself before a mountain that stood tall and proud, its snow-capped peak obscured by the low lying clouds. However, Redshank did not bother to look up, his nose pointing at the ground as he took in the scent of borders. There was another smell there too, intermingled with Screech's own, one that suddenly sparked the smouldering ember in his belly and turned it into an outright flame. Rannoch.

That fucker.

Without thinking, Redshank's lips peeled back into a furious snarl, a murderous war cry escaping that was so loud he almost felt the collar around his throat tighten from the strain. His wits were silenced, rational thought derailed as he charged headfirst into the territory, pure rage emanating from every beat of his paws. He was going to kill him. He and his entire pack. Maybe even Screech, who Redshank held to the promise that he would tell him he had found Rannoch. The collar at his neck felt like it was beginning to choke him, which only tunnelled his vision further as the stupid boy barrelled along the path, looking every which way as he tried to find that turquoise-eyed bastard.