Redtail Rise the duc de l'omelette

Relic did not need any further prompting. The tantalizing smell of prey, delivered to the doorstep by his mother, was plenty enough. He all but bolted in blur of reds, greys and white out the den. Heedless of who was in his way, shoving aside either of his sisters if need be.

He wanted to be first.

Fur unkempt and tussled, his look was increasingly wild as he grew. It could be a phase or a sign of what was yet to come. Pleased that he had been the one to reach Avicus first, he reigned in his excitement. He had learned from last time, on his first trip away from the den. He leaned in to sniff intently towards the squirrel pinned beneath her paw. Dark lips curled back, revealing rows of needles. He did not touch. Not yet, despite the give away quiver of excitement in his growing muscles.