Redtail Rise nesting

nothing floats her boat quite like subordination. Avicus lifts her head high, allowing the woman to groom her peach-hued ruff. a rumble of pleasure reverberates down her throat, and when she pulls away, her eyes hold a semblance of benevolence.

like Augur, the woman is silent. but so her mother had been, too, and Avicus had never felt uncomfortable with either of them.

no words needed.

she sniffs along the edges of the den, poking her muzzle in slightly to observe the small, dark space. it should do fine. she glances toward the white wolf, briefly eyeing her teats. she wonders how many future warriors are within.

are you readhy? she asks. the tone is casual, but her gaze serious.