Redtail Rise and i hate the way the townspeople gather outside

a snap. it commences.

or. . .not? he dips low, but it's clear he's only playing, reticent to do real harm.

Avicus straightens and trots toward him, nipping at his cheek, his shoulder, his forelegs. trying to goad him into action.

fighh'! she hisses, though her eyes are warm and inviting.

appreciative of his loyalty; eager to see his skill.