Redtail Rise the thousand-and-second tale of scheherazade

He felt it again.

Some sort of...whisper in his soul, a strum of his bones. The same urge to stretch beyond the rise and bring home more worthy bodies. An experience that was only heightened by the distance of their Wealda and the way her heat no longer lingered.

Today he could find her though.

Teeth scraping along bone an a uniquely appealing sound. As if she strummed chords just for him to hear. A worryingly romantic thought, wasn't it?

He rumbled warmly towards her and sought approval to keep her company.