Redtail Rise Epica Maxima

augur nosed the prey good-naturedly, then rumbled in low pleasure when thorn caller re-established their scents together.

they smelled of open places, alpine woodlands, sea air mingled with the fragrance of snow.

there was nothing to approve or disapprove. augur had not heard the voices of skin tooth or wolverine in several days.

red woman wished it.

peace. this he wished as well.

augur gestured in the direction he felt red woman had gone.

wealda? perhaps this was the only discourse that was meant to be had. leadership must be spoken with among such. of thorn caller he was fond, but augur found himself reluctant now.