Redtail Rise power of the saber blade

Cambria didn’t possess many happy memories of his mother, though as his pale paws carried him westward along the foot of the rise, he caught himself thinking of a story she’d once told him about sirens. Despite his every effort to focus on the Redtails, he felt pulled to go find @Etienne at the gathering across the wilderness. Was Etienne a siren?

The thought twitched his lips into a smile. It was very possible the man would lead Cambria to ruin, he supposed, though not deliberately. He paused to lift his leg as he pondered whether Etienne might ever get over Anselm and consider him instead. He soon set his foot back on the ground, though his head floated away, full of daydreams about the other man.

He caught himself a while later—rather, a weasel scurried past him with a mouse in its jaws, causing the distracted Blod to freeze and bristle. His mismatched eyes tracked the smaller predator as it bounded away toward the plain, leaving a sheepish Cambria in its wake. He exhaled, then smoothed his proverbial petticoats and resumed a more diligent patrol.