Kildeer Rest This Race Is a Prophecy

He was shrugged off and the simple gesture was more than enough to make Calhoun's blood boil. For someone who was clearly viewed as lesser than by the High Elk, he sure didn't try to make up for his flawed appearance. Perhaps the High Elk knew before his uncle was born just what kind of man he would grow into, and as a response stripped the warmth from his pelt.

Lucky for Brewster, his nephew wouldn't have the chance to stew long as he finally gave the answer he sought. You should have more faith. The High Elk will bring us together. Speaking of— There's been no visible sign to grace us, but the fact that we have met suggests we tread the correct path. He must have already found a new home for them, it would only be a matter of time until he revealed himself to the family once more.

Little did either Déorwine know, several had already passed them on their journey. Calhoun could only hope that wherever the High Elk took them that the trip is easy. They had, after all, just lost everything they knew, and those who had not passed likely suffered from injuries similar to his own or worse like Brewster. Your paw needs treatment should you expect to survive the journey. There's no knowing how far we must go. While his own burns were less serious, the pain was all the same. He too would need to seek out a healer.