Silver Moraine three hammers

The man—Cambria only now realized they hadn’t properly exchanged names—shared the tale of his own folly. It sounded more embarrassing than dangerous, though he understood the Saatsine wolf shared out of a sense of camaraderie.

Before the yearling could think of any riposte, the dark wolf sauntered past him. He sensed a dismissal, which was exactly what he wanted. His pale tail flicked as he turned his head to regard the other wolf one last time. He thought about exchanging names, then decided against it.

Good luck on your hunt, he offered.

Cambria swiveled and began loping back in the direction of the rise, keeping the swarthy figure in his peripheral vision until he dropped away into the distance. Only when the Dragonling faced forward again and pushed thoughts of Saatsine aside did all of his earlier misgivings come rushing back to him.

Troubled as he felt about the goings-on here, he felt protective of these perhaps maladjusted Redtails. Cambria ducked his head low and picked up where he’d left off on his earlier patrol. He officially began it with the lift of a leg, his two-toned eyes staring ponderously in the direction of the moraine.