Redtail Rise the gods give

the approaching footfalls do not go unheard by bobcat but he does not offer his attention: at least not right away. another chunk of soft rotwood is spit out as masquerade speaks, breaking the silence. this is when he turns to her, golden gaze flickering from her face to the rabbit at her paws and then back again.

despite himself, his belly rumbles softly; a detail that he hadn't been aware of until the smell of the rabbit and blood waifed his way.

a low noise is given: yes, it says.

he abandons his rotting trunk spar partner and moves towards the masked cub. the praise lingers like a pet between his ears, shivering along his spine. he is fierce. but too young yet. too small yet. too clumsy yet.

why he couldn't spring from his mother a fully grown dragon, as athena sprung from zeus' skull, was a question he had no answer to yet.

a small cant of his head is given, a look shared between the older cub and then to the stump, the question lingering in his golden gaze: spar?