Redtail Rise Dial Back The Time

one heart dead, the other alive. but it's as if the doe's heart still beat as Relic approached with it; Avicus perked up, head lifting, finding her son's scent mixed with blood on the wind.

she's leaning out of the den as he emerges, and snatches the meaty organ in her jaws.

and devours

'hhank you, she tells Relic, beginning to lick the blood from her chops. she shifts, opening the den entrance slightly. you wanna 'hhee 'em? 

a quartet, dark and perfect, at her belly.

her indigo eyes search for her firstborn son's warrior visage, approving, welcoming.