Redtail Rise borne of dragon fire

Sunday Morning felt both happy and fulfilled.

She did not mind these days. To her, it was not idle work at all. The two that sat at her bosom had become as great a joy to her as the hunt always had been. As they grew, she learned them. Each new sound they made was responded to with the forward press of her ears and a sharp tilt of her head.

They had a sound for hunger. They had a sound for discomfort. And the pitch and tone differed, depending on the cause of that discomfort. Thursdays Dawn and Thursday Evening were a wonder to her.

All was quiet for now. Sunday Morning had slept lightly, curled loosely around them, and as she felt one of her young shift one bright yellow eye opened. The largest of the two moved, and Sunday Morning blinked both eyes and simply watched, for now. Her gaze was soft as she licked her chops, content to only observe what he would do for now.