Redtail Rise diminuendo

Avicus had found more wolves to follow her and they were all the same. He was shy to meet them, nervous at the size and scars that seemed to litter all of their pelts. He was a rabbit surrounded by grizzlies and, despite his optimism, he knew their eyes might not be kind.

Ashlar was still resolved, and he marked the borders when he was not seeking plants to aid them if a fight did come. Unlike in Ursus, the earthen boy had a purpose here. He had a role with a name, even, given to him by a friend who saw promise in what he could offer. That had to be more than enough.

He rubbed his shoulder on a tree, scratching an itch there, and softly began to sing.

If you travel alone, in the hot summer sun, you might wish for a drink or wind fair.
But if you travel alone, in the cold of the snow, you would wish for a warm den to share.

He smiled, liking the sound of it, but thinking maybe he could come up with a better rhyme. There? Care? Something to do with summer...