Redtail Rise onyx

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Cambria watched the Redtails gather in the distance, surrounding an unfamiliar and decidedly gaunt figure. It didn’t take a master to read their body language: they knew her. His ears folded backward at the way they all seemed mutually hesitant.

What ailed the she-wolf, he wondered? He thought he caught a hint of sickness on the breeze, which might explain her wasted silhouette. But it was so faint and his medical acumen was limited. Cambria could only hazard guesses. And watch from his distant post near the top of the rise.

His eyes lingered most on the little red pup.