Redtail Rise where has the water gone?

dragonling had made good on his promise.

and the berserkr completes his rounds upon the borders. 

in due time, he makes an appearance to the gathering.

he observes as mountain boulder and moon runner investigate the man, who seems to submit to their questioning.

he approaches with tail held high, his gait unhurried and easy.

didn’t bring any for me? he asks of cambria, teasingly. moon runner held onto the bone, the remnants of his offering, tightly. good to see you.

mulherin stops alongside the huntlead, greeting him with a reassuring bump to the aside. whatever his judgment of cambria may be, he would stand with him. 

nonetheless, his easy demeanor signaled that the stranger was no threat. the familiarity displayed his trust.

his tail wags as he gazes then to the treow, pleased to see that she had enjoyed the offering. 

he was still working to appease her, after all.

and his attention returns to dragonling once more.

still, an ear remains swiveled toward the huntlead. the berserkr is keen to hear his opinion.