Redtail Rise the teeth of seven thousand men

that surprised ancelin more than anything. he drew back slightly, his ears flicking toward her, cupping the essence of what these weighted words meant.
one, it suggested lilia wasn't happy, that after all her accomplishments, the rise no longer satisified her. they'd spoken of this, perhaps, in not so many words.
but as his melonii-eyes traced the beauty of her jawline, ancelin felt the wandering rise high in his chest, drowning all else out with the eagerness of what he comprehended would be an entirely new start.
ursus was a memory that did not belong to the bearclaw boy. his parents had closed that part of their lives to him, save for a mention of the valley in the rising sun.
"you would leave here?" he asked in a murmur, just to be certain.