Redtail Rise Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque

Her sister had been subdued since her ordeal and while Redd did not understand, she was protective.  It was unusual for her to sneak so far.  When she left, the red-capped pup followed, slinking low as well.  She did not try to hide her presence and did not care if Masquerade noticed, but she respected her sister's desire to remain out of sight. If either of them drew attention they might be stopped.

She curled her lip when Masquerade stopped and scented.  There was something ahead... something warm.  Like the hunt but not, and it was not nearly so big.

Redd crept forward as well until she was alongside and touched her shoulder lightly to her sister's, though her gaze remained transfixed on the moose.  It was not as big but it was still big - bigger than them.  She wanted to take it.  There were two of them, and they were young, but she was emboldened for it.  Redd tensed, then looked at Masquerade.  We can.  Her meaning and her want was clear.