Redtail Rise sunbeam

New Snow watched the boy, mollified by his behavior. Her tail wave, placated by his submissive licks. She liked the young one all the more. Observing him, her eyes lingered upon his. A unique shade of violet, like the flowers she had seen in passing during the Summer months on her way to these lands.

He was sweet, as those flowers smelled. And so he became Sweet Boy to her.

His long whine she understood well enough, and she snorted in turn. No further than this. He could not meet them this day. Instinct advised her to keep them away in so intimate a fashion. But she reclined onto her haunches, and settled onto her stomach.

New Snow had already accepted this young one as family, and would permit him to at least observe from here.