Redtail Rise poetry

His Welda's cry pierced the air. It could only mean one thing. Her time had come! Relic was about to become a big brother. A bundle of nerves and excitement wrapped all into one, he bolted for the site where Avicus had made her whelping den. His hackles stood upright stiffly. A newfound surge of protectiveness flowed in his blood. Not just towards her, but for his unborn brothers and sisters. He wanted to be there for this. For all of them.

Ashlar and Masquerade were already there when he arrived. It seemed he had only just missed the birth, catching the tail end of tiny little squeals coming from within the den. For his Welda, for his siblings, he let out a keening whine. A sound never heard from the nearly grown Redtail before. To let his mother know he was close, while he hovered tentatively yet protectively outside the dens entrance.