Redtail Rise while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first

How easy it was to forget his son was no longer a small child, but a juvenile coming into his own. When the boy cast indigo eyes back to him, it was tempting to seize the chance for a lesson, but Ancelin moved on again before Aventus formulated the words.

The man followed in silence, and when Ancelin’s stride became more purposeful and Aventus detected the scent of hares instead, a wordless smile lifted the corners of his lips. Good. The boy did not need his direction after all. He swept along in his son's wake, ears pricked and muscles tensed.

It was bittersweet to know Ancelin had grown so much without him.