Redtail Rise etude

he speaks her language, for once. assertive. stating clearly what he wants. there's a glint of appreciation in her eyes before she speaks, perhaps sparking off the two of them, creating a metaphorical fire.

we needh' you, she responds, again not grasping his true meaning. heal, 'hh. . .'hhing. 'hhong. you know, she interjects, exasperated at her lack of language.

she wonders if in this world, wolves who could sing and dance and love lived longer. her mother was feral, and had died. her father, the same. she hoped to have her own offspring grow very old. was Ashlar the key?

she shook her head. i would've had you, she said baldly.