Redtail Rise ritenuto

Ashlar's meeting with Chacal had shaken him deeply. He still felt that his decision was as right as it could be but the guilt of it still hung over him like a heavy cloud. He was quieter and sang less often. The music was harder to find.

Instead he did his duties and spent whatever time he could with the pups who were growing here. It likely wasn't easy to notice the change. Most here were also quiet and Ashlar was never boisterous.

Today he walked the borders. Sometimes patrols worried him, but usually he figured those he met he would reason with or even recruit. He moved along silently, watching the shifting of the clouds' shadows on the neighboring flatlands. It might rain soon.