Redtail Rise they really think it can't get any worse

with ghost flying recon, though the juvenile peregrine falcon does not stray too far from towhee jr, she sets out in the task njord had set for her, not one for prolonged goodbyes.

she thinks of those she had met in the lowlands during her first true excursion outside of moonspear, but avoids the lowlands for now. they were not on her path; not yet.

she and ghost follow the directions her brother-in-law had given her, so as the scent of a pack tickles her nose as she makes her way thru the dawnlark plains that it must be redtail rise.

but admittedly, she has no way to know for sure.

her steps slow but she does not approach the borders; unable to call for anyone. the struggle is real inside towhee as she studies ghost for a moment. he touches down upon the junction between her shoulders; tentative, sharp talons piercing her skin for a moment before he takes flight again.

she contemplates her next steps.

she backtracks a bit, chasing down a rabbit to bring to what she hopes is the rise wolves. it's scrawny, young. ghost lights upon the top of her head, thinking it is food for them. she snaps at him once; teeth clicking together: not for us.

he settles on a tree branch nearby, pouting, she assumes as she approaches the borders again; though she is careful to leave plenty of distance between the actual scent marker and herself.