Redtail Rise Passerby

The Caru turned to finish off the last stretch of their patrol. They hadn’t gone more than five paces before they glanced backward to see the stranger fleeing into the wilderness. They halted, expression baffled as they watched the pale figure disappearing into the distance.

It was good that he was gone, they supposed, but they tossed an utterly nonplussed look to the Ulfhedinn and his daughter. He’d fled without paying his dues, a realization that had Masque gnashing their teeth and scowling in his direction.

They should’ve killed him, they slowly realized, gaining an entirely new understanding as to why their comrades tended to be so merciless. Masque wouldn’t make that mistake again, they silently vowed as they broke into an agitated lope along the foot of the rise.