Redtail Rise I'm not dead yet.

Much of this place was the same. The scents had shifted somewhat, but Tulimaq could identify a few that remained from when the Rise first established. There were more youth among them too, he had noticed. As he built a camp for himself to sleep out in the open, he wondered to himself which of these bairn held the blood of Tartok; his thoughts wandered of course to the red-faced girl that had intercepted him on his return. He did not seek out anyone, though—if they had work for him or reason to approach, he would wait for that and spend his time doing his own thing.