Redtail Rise Never Bet the Devil Your Head

The boy had grown some since his arrival. He was still plump with baby fat but also taller, with a more obvious disproportion to his paws now. Having spent ample time with Augur, he had learned to be confident in the space that now became his home (to a point) and could trust himself to find his way without the presence of an adult; for short periods anyway, Requiem was left to his own devices. He made up his own games as a result. His favorite so far was to people watch, which now took him on an adventure away from the rendezvous site.

He wasn't entirely sure who everyone was, what their roles were, or whether he could approach them in turn; but he did recognize some scents by now. Augur's of course was the most familiar - and there was Red Face, whose scent was very strong among the trees; he did not know why it branched so far from the sleeping place and was curious enough to pursue it.

While Requiem followed that scent he did not notice the wildlife of the rise. He certainly heard the birdsong that the chickadees sang as they warned one another, however the boy was mindless. He lacked the understanding as well as any hunter's instinct. Soon enough he crossed by where Red Face was hunkered down and did not notice them or their hiding place at all.