Redtail Rise XVI

Outside the den, Relic lounged in a shady spot. He watched the world go by, not missing a thing. One comically large ear remained turned in the direction of his masked sister. Just as they had been close in the womb and in birth, he found he was happiest in close proximity to her. 

Similarly, he was also fixated on chewing an object. Not a stick, but a short rib bone. He felt his jaws grow stronger by the day. His teeth more sturdy. He worked determinedly to make some kind of groove in the ivory of the bone.

A flash of pale fur and a bark announced the arrival of the man who had visited before. With him was a scent he remembered too. Fox. Pungent and sharp. One that stirred up his deep instincts, and for Masquerade, a fit of reverse sneezes. Boldly, he trotted up, eyeing the offending fox skull. And lunged for it, trying to distance it from his sibling so she could get some relief.