Redtail Rise his foolish decrees, his words so contrived

The man did not speak.

He thought of the garbled way Avi had spoken.

Sudden thoughts ripped away from him as a tongue traced his jaw. The man was not a threat, that much remained clear as day. Yet he needed to be tested if he could not do so much as speak what he might do.

Prophet was momentarily uncertain how to assure the man he would not bloody him, but perhaps he could goad the submissive man into action.

He shoved his shoulder down into the other man in a push as if they were young brothers. Then slapped his paws in the snow, a silent invitation for a tussle. His tail remained calm, hackles unprickled with aggression or excitement as of now.

Prophet hoped this proved to the man he did not mean harm.