Redtail Rise dreams didn't make us kings

a cursory glimpse is offered to his sister's form; a silhouette in the deep shadows of the birthing den but she does not hold his attention, nor much space in his mind. there is an unfortunate disconnect between them, despite sharing a womb ...and thursday evening is morally fine with stealing their parents' attentions.

he is distracted by a fallen leaf: once a pretty emerald and now a burnt brown in its death; flaking into small pieces beneath his paw as he batters it 'round.

at least, until his mother reappears with a skin. as she dangles it before him, it catches his attention, holding it rapt. his gaze follows it, as a hunters' follows it's quarry; watching and then pouncing upon it soon after she lays it down.