Redtail Rise Master of puppets, I’m pulling your strings

Ancelin made a face at him, clearly disgusted by his brother’s shit show of dominance. There was a flash of pink as he stuck out his tongue, after which he glared resolutely at the damper, smellier Bearn.

For some reason, this brought a smile to Atreus’s lips: the very first of its kind. His tail had swung rigidly upward sometime during his discharge of bodily fluids (and solids) and now it wagged once, twice.

Sidestepping the worst of the mess, Atreus then slung himself to the ground again, tucking his filthy legs back beneath himself and releasing a content sigh into the foul-smelling air.