Redtail Rise the man of the crowd

Ashlar’s shared moment with Arric had settled his mind a great deal and some of the weight he’d carried lifted. He was still unsure, still quiet in the way he interacted, but he felt renewed in his purpose.

The talk of war troubled him greatly, however. He’d allowed himself to hope she’d forgotten, that they could live in peace here and thrive, but someone had again been killed on their borders. Ashlar did not like blood for blood. He understood it.

He would stand quietly in the rear, tail low, nerves tied in his stomach. He didn’t know what to hope for, and even wishing the enemy went unfound felt like treason. Bloodshed was inevitable. He only hoped he could heal anything that was broken.