Redtail Rise "Like love. Love and dying have been my life.”

Rumors had spread like wildfire among the fowl and other fauna, their whispers echoing in the depths of his mind as he trudged his way to towards the vague location that had been described to him when asked. Apparently a local pack was hosting a festival and as a man who never experienced such odd entertainment in his life, found himself drawn to the idle gossip that was thrown amidst the wind for any passerby to hear. So with only a loose idea as to where and when exactly this celebration was going to commence, Sanguinus spent the better half of his day roaming the western stretch of the taiga searching for any clues as to location of this alleged pack.

In the end he was met with little success, his legs weary from travel and mind spent on the broken record that played the territory's description over and over again in his head. Truth be told he was nearly convinced this entire festival had been nothing but foul trickery of the nestlings, for he found no sign of any gatherings or really any life at all within the surrounding locations. In fact it was only at the sorrowful cry of some stranger did the stygian swathed wayfarer realize he'd come so close to crossing paths with another being. Charcoal ears instantly flickered attentively atop his crown as he drew his attention to the mirthless song, heart gnawing restlessly at his soul as he wondered what had caused such a joyless melody to be tossed like a rag doll amongst the brutal midwinter breeze.