Redtail Rise Some Words with a Mummy

For Redd, Wealda was endless.  More so, when she chose to step down, the one to replace her as Wealda would do so with her blessing.  None could hold this place that she did not find worthy.  Redd would not assume the one chosen by her, and by the Rise as a whole, would be her.  This would make her little better than the ambitious one, who she saw with both grudging respect and wariness.

Her sister did not press the issue, so Redd would not explain.  She likely wouldn’t have known how to either way.

They could spar but first she would see this thing.  Redd followed and watched with interest as Masquerade unearthed something.  It smelled of moose and dirt and saliva.  Redd stepped towards it and sniffed it, then lifted it slightly to judge its size.  It was larger than any she’d seen dropped.

Her tail lifted and she gave Masque a look that was impressed, nipping at her shoulder proudly.  It would make a good gift to any she wanted favor with, or a good thing to chew if she wished to hone her teeth.  It was an impressive find.  Her expression grew curious, and she looked at it again, then back to Masquerade with a tilt to her head.  Where had she found it?