Redtail Rise hey, fellas, have you heard the news?

@Prince - backdated to yesterday

Since Morningside had moved east, Shale hadn't ventured too far outside the plains. The vast swath of land they now claimed for their own had everything he could want: beautiful vistas, open space, and plenty of hunting. Who could want more? He had stuck to circling the borders and filling the caches, and he was content with that.

Today, though, he awoke with itchy paws, and a feeling of deep-seated need in his stomach. Samaantine Messeda had been in his dreams, pressing her dark fur against his pelt of grays, and he shivered, feeling her touch so strongly it was as if she'd been there. He stretched and padded out of his den, casting a long look at Pema's sleeping place, his eyes filled with not a little guilt.

She really didn't deserve him.

Ears pricked, Shale took off at a trot, then a gallop, heading toward the coast. He would meander there for a while, where he'd met the dark girl, hoping to find her again. She'd been alone when they'd last met; perhaps she'd follow him home, this time. Even if he didn't locate her, there was still some decent hunting to be found on the coast. Catori was heavy with pregnancy, and there would soon be more mouths to feed.

The silver man edged up the rise, slipping between the blackened trees. Though it had clearly been ravaged by fire, maybe even in his lifetime, the forest was beginning to show signs of new life: he saw the green of saplings in the ashes, and the underbrush was beginning to restore itself.