Redtail Rise my tongue is an axe, and a sword

"what?" ancelin answered worthlessly, a confused man. but then it all registered; he glanced in the direction his aunt had called.
she was the last remaining blood-tie to a world he he had never known, and he inherently wanted to go to her, to attend this convocation of redtails.
but he had not be summoned and he felt some pain in him, something he hadn't expected to feel.
"of course i will, leelee," he chuffed. "we belong to each other, right?"
but what was happening? ancelin was still thrumming with anticipation and anxiety.