Redtail Rise You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through

I know I totally just bombed into your other thread but I kinda forgot they'd wanted to do this so when you have tiiiiiiime <3 and also all welcome!

The pack felt as secure as the valley itself. Months ago they had left their home behind to participate in the hunt, and had returned stronger; now, the valley had wolves who could mind the borders and watch over the girls as Ameline and @Ancelin roved from their home, to investigate the Rise.

They travelled through the night, and arrived just as dawn broke, the tall, charred tree trunks casting long shadows in a hatched pattern across the hillside. Ameline's guard hairs lifted in anticipation, and her breaths came in short puffs. She nosed her mate and licked her lips, shaking out her coat in an attempt to relieve some of her nerves but she found herself bristling even more. 

It was not at all reassuring to arrive at their former home, and find that the border markings had vanished. If nothing else, the Rise now felt haunted- and left behind secrets that might never be answered.

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"they're not here," ancelin said, more than a little redundantly. however it was immediately clear by the lack of teeth flowing to meet them that the guardians weren't present.
yet he made a show of jogging up the riseline, nape bristling as he came to the grassed lip and peered down.
nothing.
[indent[blowing out his breath, ancelin turned melonii-eyes in interest onto his mate. what did she think had happened?
he searched, admittedly, for blood, moving in a curved line just within the borders.

Memories hung about every corner of the land, though it had changed some in the year they'd been away. Hackles bristled, she too ventured into what was previously their home, hawk-eyed and wary. She sniffed for the scent of other wolves, tasting the air for any trace of remains that might lay smothered beneath the cold earth. 

Finding nothing was worse than being chased off again; there was no thrill in finding that the mighty had fallen- or at least moved on. It left room for paranoia to grow, and for grief to blossom. She growled softly. 

Unsatisfied, she raised her voice- in case any of the Redtails were still within earshot.