Redtail Rise amoroso

Checking the borders.

His eyes swept over the shoulders of Ashlar and out beyond. It's odd. He exhaled softly into the frigid air. A sense of peace among us now, I think.

He did not sweep on high alert for the white woman any more. Their job had been done and then had returned as whole as they could. Yet something about that displaced him. His status hinged on war, on fighting.

What was a Berserkr without a fight?

Are you settling well now that we're home again?

He meant to keep himself here in the healer's company, if not sent away.