Redtail Rise and what if I told you you could kill your imperfect self?

Aventus had yet to notice the change in his son, so the absence of defiance was surprising, but not unwelcome. He dropped his head to sniff along the trail, only stopping when he found a place where the scent markers had recently been refreshed. Not only by Avicus, but her large brown-furred co-leader and the hulking grey wolf, as well.

Here, he said, indicating the patch of heavily marked loam and stepping back to give his son room to inspect it. Sniff. Tell me what you smell.