Redtail Rise mountains that are stacked with fear

He lay in the cold sunshine, staring out at a charred bit of land. His ears were perked and though he felt relaxed in the warmth provided by the light, he was still alert. If they called - anyone - he would be there. This was new to him and he would make his presence known in the pack until everyone was aware of his existence. He was not one to stand out but neither would he be ignored.

He thought of Prophet. Perhaps, he would stand out more here than he had before. 

There were also the other two he had met...the muted male who'd hung close to Avicus and the brown who seemed to be the pack healer. Met was, maybe, too strong of a word for what had happened. He didn't know their names, though he was sure he could find them in a crowd. There were more here, he could smell them. He'd been essentially alone since he'd disappeared with his Berserkr inside of the territory, aside from the summoning and the fox. 

The fox...he ignored that scenario, his mind turning instead to the burned wood in front of him. He wondered when that had happened and why, letting his mind drift aimlessly as he stored his energy for when he was given a purpose.