Redtail Rise three sundays in a week

Relic had been holed up inside the den. Not asleep or listless by any means. But watching the world with sharp, intent eyes. Eyes that peered out from the shadows while he refined his instincts by gnawing on a strip of hide. Like his sisters, the young boy had grown by leaps and bounds in the recent weeks. His markings were more distinct than before. His coloration more vibrant. His body had stretched out into that of a sturdy youngster. He was still very much puppy like, though.

When his mother called, he sprung up from his spot in an instant. He shot outside towards her, with Masquerade's excitement rubbing off on him. He balanced on his hind legs, reaching up with puppy jaws lined with needle teeth to grab softly for an ear. In typical puppy fashion, he somehow tangled himself up with Masquerade and got wedged in between Avicus's forelegs. Which meant of course, getting swatted in the face by a tail.