Redtail Rise We are often of greater importance in our own eyes

The muffled rumblings of sound were growing more and more distinct by the day. Fifth could acknowledge the greeting of another caretaker, which was different from the vibrations she knew to be her mother or siblings. Scent too, the greatest weapon in her arsenal, told her that someone was near.

Her twin protested beside her and squirmed away to investigate their guest. She remained still for a moment, blinking owlishly as the light from the denmouth created a halo around their gift-bearing babysitter. Interested in this new shadow, she began to shuffle in his direction as well, not bothering to stand as she army crawled towards the source.

She moved fastest this way, overtaking her stumbling, praise-seeking brother as she instead went straight for the scent of the bones. Food? Her nose lifted. She had come to like the smell of the regurgitated stuff, but this did not exactly smell like that. Fifth dragged herself onto a few of the bones, clumsily sniffing about them and whining when she could not immediately discover their use nor achieve any satisfaction from tasting them.

What is this nonsense? she demanded.