Redtail Rise wetfish

her voice over the wind is invitation enough.

she descends from the hill, chuffing roughly to make her presence known, and gives the pale girl a cool stare of appraisal. glances to her packmates, then back to the young woman, nodding.

you bringh foodh, Avicus notes. she's pleased. that's how the yearling from before had wanted to ingratiate himself, and to her, it's a winning strategy. she'll take all the fodder for caches that they can get.

she turns toward Lilia. you know her? the two seem acquainted.

is she worthy? her stare reads. she trusts the savage girl's judgment.