Redtail Rise are we living a life that is worth the harm

Having thoroughly swept the lands near Redtail Rise with no trace of his missing son, Aventus returned home at last for more than a brief respite. He had ascended the peak to the north and descended into the adjacent grotto, had combed the treacherous Tangle to the west, checked every forest and cave in the vicinity that he could locate. He had gone as far as the eastern glacier.

Atreus was nowhere to be found.

Exhausted and melancholy, he climbed to the higher reaches of the Ridge and looked across to the southern mountain range, flexing his sore paws against the cold stone. He would need to build his strength back with a couple days of good rest and food, but after that...

Either Atreus was dead, or he had gone much further than the man expected. He could no longer search without Ancelin at his side. Aventus had promised, and he meant to honour that. His remaining son deserved more than being left behind, but Aventus could not rest until he found concrete evidence of Atreus' fate. He could not accept another loss without doing all in his power to uncover the truth of it.

Greater than any of that was his flagging trust in his pack to care for Ancelin.

Thus was his next course decided.

The weary Bitan dropped to his belly and swept his gaze over the forest below, letting his held breath unfurl as smoke before his eyes.