Redtail Rise till death do us part

This was the place, he was almost completely sure. He had not stopped thinking of the male as he'd traveled south, away from the bitter cold and toward what he'd eventually discovered was the coast. He'd turned back once he'd realized, finally content enough to stop his mindless wandering. He'd been given a direction and though he had inquired about other paths, he had remained fixated upon the red-eyed wolf.

He stopped just at the edge of the border, letting the scent settle in his nose for a moment. He had a purpose here - he was not some foolish child playing chicken or an ignorant traveler. He stood upon this scent line for a reason and it would come to benefit them both, he was sure. Knowing that filled him with an odd sense of contentment. Throwing back his head, he released a confident but benevolent call to the inhabitants. Perhaps he would meet the Berserkr himself once again but, if not, he would ask as he had been told.