Redtail Rise imitation

a tiny nod confirms her supposition. she gives him one in return, then continues her meandering along the border, nostrils flaring at her own smell.

she turns back, neck craning to look at him. you wanna help? she asks.

in illustration, Avicus lifts her leg like the alpha she is—the spray is a little wilder with the motion, but she proceeds anyway, not breaking eye contact with the boy.

leave your 'hhmell along our bordher, she instructs. it keep our pack 'hhafe.

Avicus lowers the limb, shakes herself briefly, and moves on, scenting for areas she hadn't yet layered with her pungent markings.