Redtail Rise while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first

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dad came back and atreus was gone. ancelin had become morose and withdrawn, and when his father called he stared in that direction before at last standing. he walked reluctantly, not because he disliked his dad's company, but because he wasn't sure what to say.
the months had trimmed ancelin into a lean hunter. his pelt was rich and variegated, and he blended with the different terrain of the rise as he traveled how masque had taught him.
when the boy arrived to where aventus waited, he flexed his paws against the ground. "he's gone. he went into the plains. i lost his trail."
his voice felt rougher. deeper. he looked somberly at his father. their mother had not come back and ancelin no longer expected her to do so. but atreus — that was different. he forced himself to be strong, at least in the moment.