Redtail Rise aquila chrysaetos

something in the boy sparks familiarity, though she can't place it even as she comes closer. summoned from rabbit hunting by Augur's call, she is perturbed but her interest piqued, indigo gaze sweeping along the rounded lines of the child, gorging himself.

alone? Avicus asks, not directing the question to either one in particular. whoever wanted to answer could do so. she figures as much, but keeps her attention slightly upon the periphery, in case an unfamiliar adult should emerge.

she squints at the pup. he's not much younger than her own children—perhaps even a peer. 

she can't detect any other scents of use for identification.