Redtail Rise All Fired Up

there is praise, perhaps there is an innate drive in sunrise to hear it more.

someday she may be on the hunt for glory to satisfy this new hunger. and she watches her mentor push the remains towards the den opening to ensure they stay out of the rain. sunrise follows without a problem, coming to bop her sister on the shoulder with her nose to ensure she comes as well. however, there is little reason to worry for sunset, considering she is the more mellow of the sisters.

so, the child sits herself down, taking small bits again and mashing them with her might as she watches the caru up and leave. a small, wavering warble of a whine. a hope that her return is swift! but until then, she eats what she can force herself to work with, casting a gaze to sunset here and there.