Redtail Rise Obey your master

His breathing evened and slowed, even as a wild commotion broke out nearby. Atreus’s tiny ears flickered and he tried to raise his head, though he quickly rested his cheek on the bristling grass again when the movement pulled on his neck wounds. They were shallow—more a bruise than a puncture—and there was very little blood, but they still stung.

The noise died down quickly. Ancelin approached, his small features creased with worry before he bent to lick at Atreus’s forehead. In response, the wounded pup pressed a leg to his brother’s face and shoved him away, the look on his own face insisting, I’m okay.

Wincing at the ache in the side of his neck, he sat up with a grunt. He nipped at Ancelin’s nose, then shifted his gaze beyond his brother to see their father standing over a prostrate figure on the ground. Atreus blinked as his gaze fixed on his attacker, who remained momentary motionless.

Eyes narrowing into a squint, Atreus marched over toward her, fully prepared to hike a leg and take a piss right in her face. He was only stopped by the sudden appearance of his aunt, the rapid flash of red causing Atreus to freeze where he stood.