Nova Peak doomsday party

The Dragonling brought his kill to the borders, calling out to let @Redd and @Ruckus know its location. Cambria didn’t linger, turning and loping due east as the setting sun warmed his pale back. He probably should’ve found out about the summons earlier, though what he needed most now that he’d fed his charges was to find someplace where he could sit quietly and let his thoughts run amok.

He wound up at @Riley’s makeshift grave, not that he knew the wolf interred in the burrow. Sighing through his nostrils, the yearling stretched out on the sun-baked rock and closed his eyes. No sooner had he settled down and unlocked the door on his thoughts—he had a lot to process—than his own hunger announced itself with a loud gurgle.

Cambria’s mismatched eyes snapped open and he looked around at the darkling peak. Perhaps he could find a rodent scurrying about in the nearby rocks. He heaved himself back onto all fours, pausing to paw at an itch on his bristly chin before setting off along a nearby footpath.