Redtail Rise i’d like to think that mountains aren’t real

Aventus couldn’t help himself; he leaned a little forward into Ancelin’s gesture, drawing strength from it in a way that made him feel vulnerable and weak. He shook the feeling off, and in so doing, returned to the same stoicism that was so easily misunderstood for a lack of care.

I made a promise, he said, pushing one of the hares forward with a dark paw, and I keep it now. We will take a few days to prepare ourselves and rest, and then we go and look further for your brother. You and I.