Redtail Rise well he shot him with a mighty big number

He scowled at the girl, a russet little thing with a pair of golden eyes — she could be a Dotharan descendant for all he knew. Wait, was she? — who responded sheepishly to his stare. Zoratto scowled at her, his eyebrows furrowed. Nayat. Girl. He began sternly. You want eagle carry you off?

Where were her parents? Had she slipped away from them? You shouldn't be loud. Pups should be quiet. These Rhaesh Thaan wolves were strange in their parenting. It was the second time he had seen a wayward pup, far from her home and guardians.