Redtail Rise my tongue is an axe, and a sword

to ancelin, the rise was not worth her stress. he enjoyed the pups and masque; he thought fondly of them. but the abandonment of mother and father and brother, followed by that of his aunt; it had soured his taste of the bloodline. ancelin had slowly stopped feeling like a redtail. this event was a nail in that coffin.
ancelin would not feel the same as lilia simply because he had less to lose by way of his connection to avicus. this was not something he had considered, hence his brief frustration that lilia wouldn't just walk.
knowing she thought of augur like a dad softened the young hunter quite a bit, if only because he understood what it was to lose one.
"let's go find them then," was all he said, standing at her shoulder as he waited for her to hear off, back to augur he presumed.