Redtail Rise three sundays in a week

Recognizing his error for his over-enthusiasm, Relic's ears pinned down. He stilled under the hold of his mother's teeth round his muzzle. He would not contest her authority. No one did. Once order was restored, he kept in stride with his sisters and mother. Relieved to be free and out in the open, but never straying far.

Avicus made a summons. He watched her, the instinct to imitate climbing in his throat. Then they appeared, one by one. The larger ones. He recognized them all, in a way. Ashlar by scent alone, as it had been he who had first tended to him at birth. Augur from his pale color and early days by the den. Prophet by sight and association, from when he and Redd had tried their hand at hunting for the very first time.

While his sisters postured and sorted out their dominance as those of the same sex do, Relic sized up the adults. When he had not been looking, he felt a tap on his spine. He whirled instinctively, going for the offending black paw. It was all in good fun, as he noted the other's playful stance. He charged, aiming for Ashlar's tail.