Redtail Rise we can bet on all that's lost

A little change of scenery, just because this isn't quite his everyday, and something new to think on, almost makes him forget why he's driven out here to search in the first place. Sirio's leave had been a relief, Dalia's choice had almost been understandable (no matter the heartbreak), Sequoia's abandonment (or did Wildfire charm her off, in a fancy sort of thievery?), and Portia's too now? Far too new, too fresh, and he only wanted distance from it right now for he hated the last one the most. With his tired eyes set dead ahead, his steady trot kept him cover ground, stride after stride.

With time enough, he came to edge the Rise itself, and threaded along more tactfully now that mere distance was no longer the only goal. After a while longer relatively in one relative place skirting the brim, he started to find himself better, and could try to better wear his facade of purposeful strides, when sorrow clawed him apart from the inside out.

However, he forced it along, but he centered himself, somewhat, and trotted slowly towards a scent on the winds that had him curious. He didn't often come out this far, not usually having a need unless it was to guard. For now, he wore his neutrality openly, while he went looking for a route to track that odor that reminded him of nothing in particular.

It was vague enough, but with a little finesse and shifting through the grayness, he could suspect he was getting closer—and a quivering nose testing the winds seemed to agree a bit, though it was spotty coverage on the matter still. Confidence built steadily, too, and his tail rose taller as his stride slowed up further in favor of more investigation yet again. Even searching for what he misplaced, he was still covering ground in the name of Drageda, so should he soon engage, he would serve the part.