Nova Peak operation ground and pound

He had never heard such a complicated name before. Cambria repeated it in his head a few times, wondering if he could manage it aloud. Before he had a chance to try, she said not one but two things that struck him as quite silly.

He’s been dead for quite a while, he pointed out by way of answer.

This poor wolf had likely died before he’d ever come near Redtail Rise or the surrounding wilds. Cambria mused about this for a moment, suddenly wondering if the Redtails might know about him and his fate. Supposing he’d lived here, that would’ve made them neighbors.

He did not share any of his inner monologue with Waawaashkeshi, though he motioned her further away from the lair as he said, As you said, we won’t find anything to eat here. And I would caution you to avoid hunting anywhere near the rise.

The Dragonling thought about the sounder resting at the foot of the peak, a little east of their current location. Supposing they might find a footpath leading down there, he thought the two of them might stand a chance at grabbing one of the smaller pigs. But even as the thought crossed his mind, he found it strangely repellent. Cambria realized he didn’t want to hunt with someone outside the pack.

Do you live around here? he questioned instead, suddenly curious if she might be associated with that river pack.