Herbalists' Cache devil gonna take me

Cambria gnawed the inside of his cheek as he roamed the far northern edge of Emberwood. He and @Odessia had somehow done a decent job of rearing their girls so far, but the crispness in the air warned him that autumn would arrive soon. Then, of course, came winter. Would they be better off uprooting from their den and seeking out the comfort and support of a pack?

Where are you, @Etienne? he mumbled under his breath as he paused to survey the spoor of a passing herd of deer.

If only his friend would come at last—and the adults outnumbered the pups—they might be able to weather the seasons together right here. Besides that, the Dragonling missed his friend. He took a little time out of every day to quit worrying about @Sophia and @Victoria to worry about the seaman instead.

There was nothing for it just now. Cambria shook his head, focusing on the hunt. He couldn’t do much with a herd of deer, so he turned away from that trail and tried to find some small game instead. He ranged a little ways into the neighboring territory in his search, the smell of dying vegetation serving as an even stronger reminder that the climate was cooling.

Another odor waylaid him. The Dragonling bent to sniff at a rock, still visibly wet, and noted the passage of a wolf. His mismatched eyes narrowed a little as he studied the marker and the information it bore. He then raised his head, though he didn’t see any sign of the stranger.

Pale fur puffed out and prickling somewhat, Cambria moved stiff-legged along the liminal space between Herbalists’ Cache and Emberwood. Now he hunted for his own kind, keen to locate the other male if only to make sure he didn’t disturb the Dragonlings’ nearby den.