Redtail Rise everything's not lost

With the air cool and breeze light, it was a perfect night for a hunt. The does had settled in a meadow beyond the pack’s borders, their new fawns tucked in the long heather. With a stretch and a yawn, Lilia arose, and began to make her way through the pack lands by moonlight with the intention of hunting something young and tender.

What she found, first, was very much that- though not one she would consider edible. In the darkness, he blended in well, though he had yet to learn stealth. His movements were disguised in sound by the dancing ambience of the atmosphere- but his soft puppy coat gleamed under the milky light of the moon.

”Where yuh headed, thcout?” She asked, well aware of the fact that he’d likely snuck out after his curfew.