Redtail Rise kingdom of steel

Cambria went north this evening, the setting sun warm on his left flank as he drifted across the plains like a ghost. His paws crunched in grass grown brittle and yellow in the July heat. His nose twitched at all the scents wafting along the sun-baked earth, though he didn’t hunt. He was rested and fed. He was on a mission of another sort.

Redtail Rise rose before him, its western flank splashed with fading gold. Minding his posture and his proximity, Cambria’s eyes trailed along the foot of the mount. Often wolves patrolled their territory, so he searched for the guardians of this one. He would not be in the least surprised if the silent white wolves—particularly the large male (@Mountain Boulder)—or @Mulherin might be among them.