Redtail Rise way of the wilds

He’s watched by something. Riley felt the pair of eyes burn into him like a brand; their owner a young, fit wolf bearing a cloak of fur similar to the male that met him at the borders.

He slowed from his patrol, body posture neutral. He recognized that even among yearlings, he was subordinate — this pack was familial and he an outsider.

Moon Runner came closer, hawkish eyes upon him. Riley chuffed in monosyllabic answer, nose to the ground as he sampled the scent of squirrel crisscrossing over the leaf litter.