Redtail Rise borne of dragon fire

Her little one is mighty already. He latches to her with a battle cry for warning. Sunday Morning found it difficult to consider a future past this. How did they grow so large? When would they be the size of she and her man? They require milk now, but in time it would be the slurry of meat. 

This time is precious. Sunday Morning knows it, and embraces it. While he eats, she stares at him, at his sister. Gifts created by herself and Mountain Boulder. They had made such wonderful things together. 

Sunday Morning does not interrupt his eating. For now, she tends to his sister, giving her a bath with her tongue.