Redtail Rise probability

Following the encounter on Two Rivers Isle, Cambria made his way back toward the shoreline and continued his northeastern trek. He came across other packs but gave them a wide berth without any attempt to rendezvous. He stopped only to feed himself or rest, though the sight of an offshore island gave him considerable pause. The familiarity called to him, though he eventually shook his head and moved on past the river, eager to discover new things.

Just past the chevron of a narrow harbor, he arrived at an impasse: a pack residing among the sea cliffs. He ignored his momentary intrigue and cut inland for the first time since his venture into the hinterlands, his pale tail twitching with every soft step. He crossed another river and headed toward a thick tangle of trees in the shadow of a mount, hoping to find someplace to sleep away these hottest hours of midday.

His mismatched eyes found a pair of ivory figures standing in sharp relief against the crag beyond. Cambria halted, body falling into neutral lines as he studied them from a distance. His white muzzle thrust forward to sniff out whatever clues he could snatch from the air, planning to turn away and leave them to it after satisfying his curiosity.