Redtail Rise where has the water gone?

The fur along his back rippled a little uneasily as her neck arched, her nose skimming his shoulder. Cambria told himself to relax, though he bent his own neck to follow her with curious eyes. No sooner had she touched him than she fluttered back like a bird.

She scooped up the stripped bone, then glanced back at him before loping nearer to the foot of the rise. Cambria hesitated, then prowled after her. His own step was soft and wary, two-toned eyes darting every which way but always returning to Treow’s pale backbone.

Ulfhedinn appeared. Cambria halted in his tracks, remembering that this was Treow’s father. He observed their exchange, not unlike their first encounter many weeks past. The yearling drew in a sharp breath when the man’s inquisitive gaze came to rest on him, demanding he step forward and explain himself.

Berserkr asked me to bring meat, he said awkwardly, not sure Ulfhedinn understood a word he was saying. Cambria nodded toward Treow. I’m happy to bring more, in exchange for a place in your pack.

He sucked in another, deeper breath. When he exhaled, the Dragonling folded to the ground. He remained keenly alert, though his deference was plain. Should they accept him, he would be their lowest-ranking member. Cambria understood that. It didn’t bother him. Soon, he would prove his worth. Perhaps he might even move up in the hierarchy.

But that wasn’t why he was here. This was a matter of give and take. “Care for the rise and the rise will care for you,” he heard the Berserkr’s words echo in the stillness of his mind.