Redtail Rise miscommunication leads to everything that has ever happened in the whole of the world

Aventus didn’t have the answers to the question his son asked.

He believed that chasing after Nyra was a surefire way to ensure more deaths. She would wreak havoc and miraculously escape afterward. That was what she did. Aventus could not understand it, only that chasing her was as futile as clasping water in his teeth.

On the other hand, Redtail Rise was more capable than most. Even the youths of this pack were deadly in their own right, raised by survivalists, by killers. His sister was plenty capable all on her own. She would lead them well.

War is... Complicated, he said, and got no further before Avicus arrived. Aventus reacted immediately, stepping sidelong so his flank was exposed to her and dipping his head with his ears splayed deferentially, but his hackles rippled with unease and tension. If she tried to keep him or Ancelin here by force, he didn’t know what he would do.

My son’s life is more important to me than chasing a ghost, he answered, preparing for an explosion. The statement encompassed both Atreus and Ancelin — finding Atreus was more important than marching to war, and keeping Ancelin safe was more important still than his desire for revenge.