Redtail Rise Ugjuk

He caught a faint whiff of blood and turned to see Mulherin approaching, his posture declaring his dominance. Cambria let his tail drop slightly, though his legs and neck remained stiff. When his comrade rumbled, he returned his full attention to the loiterer.

The woman said she needed help. Rather, her uncle needed help. She didn’t know how to help him, yet she entreated the Redtails. Cambria’s two-toned eyes narrowed into a squint. What ailed her uncle? Why did he need their help? The Blod scoffed at the idea of needing an outsider to bring them meat, a little surprised by his own indignation on behalf of the rise.

But Mulherin was his superior. What did he make of her request? His gaze drifted coolly to his cohort’s face, then back to the she-wolf, waiting for the leader to speak.