Redtail Rise jade

He glanced sideways to acknowledge the arrival of Ulfhedinn, his mate and their children. Cambria’s gaze did not move from Redd again after that until he finally heard Mulherin’s footfalls, by now familiar to the Dragonling.

All it took was a quick assessment of the new Wealda’s expression and posture to understand he did not take kindly to this challenge. Cambria immediately stiffened, the stare he gave Redd turning into more of a glare.

They went at another with such swift savagery, it genuinely startled him. Cambria immediately looked for Ruckus and even the other pups. Should they be here to witness such brutality? Mulherin had once told him this was normal, though as the fight inevitably recaptured his attention, he suddenly doubted.

He took a step backward, eyes never leaving the brother and sister as they readily tore one another apart over a title. Treow wasn’t here, though even her stoicism wouldn’t have reassured Cambria this time. He didn’t bother looking to the others to gauge their reactions.

Perhaps sparring was normal among wolves who sought to establish hierarchy but this—this bloodshed—was something else.