Redtail Rise ready to start

it wasn't really ancelin's speed to hang out with the kids. that was the purview of augur, and augur's wife, and masque, and even lilia, he supposed. 
the anticipation of a warmer season to follow this final snow was wasted on the boy at this age. he felt at times the faint pulse of instinct and then nothing at all, a very young man still with much foolishness to outgrow.
that morning was crisp with cold air. returning from a patrol, ancelin watched as one of augur's daughters paced into the woodland, into the shadows.
unwittingly echoing the noiseless skulk of father and grandfather, the bjern kept up on his side of the trees. she seemed to be hunting, and he wondered what had drawn her away from the others, lifting his muzzle to the musky, tangled scents of the trees. there was no reason for his trailing, except curiosity and wary unwillingness to engage with the very young, out of his depths and somehow resentful for no particular reason.