Swiftcurrent Creek tomorrow’s kings

During his wandering days, Cambria had often come across claimed territories. But he couldn’t remember ever once approaching one with intent, save for the day he’d joined Redtail Rise. He wasn’t entirely sure of the etiquette, though his fondness for @Etienne demanded he not show up empty-handed, at the very least.

While crossing the plains, he took the time to raid a warren. He managed to capture a lean rabbit, which dangled from his jaws as he embarked into the neighboring swamps. When the yearling emerged at their far side, he paused again to bathe himself in a small creek so that he looked and smelled a little more presentable.

Cambria wended a little westward into some woods, then slowed as the trees thinned. He could smell the resident pack now, Etienne’s scent included. He inhaled deeply, then bent to place the rabbit at his feet. The air was cool and dark here in the shadow of the mountain next door. He took some deep breaths of it, noting the slight pounding of his heart.

There was a distinct possibility Etienne wasn’t even here—that feast might happen any day now—but Cambria hoped almost painfully as he raised his snout and called for the handsome thalassophile.