Redtail Rise Deadlatch

He nods and follows them. It will be good to talk, he thinks, having missed their once more frequent little chats. The boy settles down by their side.

Well, you’re a much more powerful Caru now than before. A Super-Caru, even. It can’t be easy. He teases. It’s been good seeing Masquerade bloom into their new role in leadership—he’s proud that they’ve realized they were meant for a role like this. 

As for him being a leader? Thoughts for the future have left his mind; in fact, he’s chased them out altogether. The hierarchy dilemma has been too exhausting, and just the thought of starting another one seems like too much effort.

He’s begun to succumb to teenage laziness. And perhaps a bit of angst too. In the end, he hopes they’re right—it would be nice for things to settle down.

Maybe, someday. Is his vague answer. He redirects the topic away from himself. Do ya still want to lead a pack on the Ridge?