Redtail Rise sonata

He beckoned and she trailed along obediently, ruddy head held low and even with his right shoulder. Other than her footsteps, Masque made no sound at all, her ears tilting attentively toward the sound of Ashlar’s voice as he spoke about the life cycles of amphibians.

Her tail lashed a little at the word “eat,” curiosity piqued even further. So this would be a hunt. Masquerade licked her lips in anticipation, though the motion was cut a little short by the adult’s comment. He had changed the subject without warning and she blinked, trying to parse what he meant.

It took her a moment to process, though she shot him a small, tight-lipped smile and a wiggle of her tail to show her appreciation for today’s solitary lesson.