Redtail Rise we can bet on all that's lost

Yesterday, he had gone north. The day before, further south than even Ankyra. Before, wherever else; still no trace of Portia, no earnest trail to act upon, and no answer to his howls. Not here, or there, or anywhere between. He'd truthfully lost track of the days since Sequoia had left anyway, having all of it smear together, torn up, frustrated, grieving, and now just tired. With Heda back, all else, and this too.. fatigue was beginning to not be the word for it anymore.

Still, he was persistent and would go raise calls for her elsewhere once again, after he circled his rounds. He set out towards the east today. The ache in his neck was running deep and he was more exhausted than his every fiber appreciated but before he went too far from Drageda's claims, he raised up a short howl for @Dacio and Opalia both—keen to keep them close, and understanding this was very valuable to them right now too. They could come, or stay, but he wanted them to know above all.

That being said, his progress forward wasn't coming all too fast and he swung wide to avoid the worst of the tangled territory, buying them time if his pups did want to tagalong.  When he could, once beyond the forests, he set his sights towards Redtail Rise.