Redtail Rise the gods give

To this day, Masque still slept beneath the evergreen at the edge of the rendezvous site most of the time. They headed there now, worn out from the training thrown into their other duties. A dead hare dangled from their jaws, a cold meal plucked from a cache to enjoy after a hard day’s work and before a well-earned nap.

They paused at the edge of the clearing when they caught sight of young Bobcat dueling with a rotten trunk. Masque maintained their clutch on the prey as they observed his movements. Their tail raised a little and flicked approvingly before Masque padded closer to the pack’s single remaining Bearn.

When you’re finished, would you like to share this with me? they asked after setting the rabbit at their feet and taking a seat. Nodding toward the stump, they acknowledged, You are fierce. You need to eat as much as you can to stay strong. We all do.