Dragoncrest Cliffs Let it smoulder

the call rises and rhaegal, like the rest of the pack: gathers.

but as he joins those who beat him to where chacal's call rose and others trickle in, he notes keenly the absence of his uncle njord and aunt meerkat.

the pointed words cause rhaegal to flinch, despite that they were not aimed at him. still, njord and meerkat were family. njord particularly was his own flesh and blood.

though wrapped up in attending appointments to a healer to ensure his wound — his torn ear moreso than the wounds of his cheek — were healing and considering how he might go about ensuring a bride price in his search of a wife, rhaegal's focus had, admittedly, not been on their bear issue.

for now he is quiet, letting those who had more warrior knowledge speak up and offer their ideas.