Redtail Rise Trades for me

He didn’t get very far. Atreus wanted to move the prize safely away from the fight without entirely removing himself from his father’s eye line, lest Aventus’s wrath turn upon him. But mostly, he couldn’t handle the prey very well. He kept stepping on it and tripping himself. It was pissing him off.

By the time he gave up and angrily spat a lingering feather from his mouth, the sounds of the fight had ceased. Atreus turned and saw Aventus, but no sign of the stranger. The boy blinked as he realized what this must mean: his dad had won the fight and chased off their unwanted guest.

With one paw still resting on their spoils, Atreus felt himself flushing with pleasure. It was his dad’s victory, really, but he had alerted the Bitan to the threat. They had defended the rise, proving their dominance over the stranger and taking his meat.

He stood a little taller, shoulders squaring as he leered in the direction the man had presumably gone. He bared his teeth, tail slowly lashing, even as his heart danced in his chest.