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

The Bearn made his way closer to his twin, enticed by the low tones made by the man. He was still tired and it took much effort to master the art of balance. Politely, he sat next to her.

He sniffed curiously at the bone, still unsure what to make of it. Without the teeth and coordination needed to gnaw on it, it did little to entertain him—he had little reaction as his sister pushed it away during her fervent examination.

So, when the bone-bringer reached out, he got up and met him, stubby tail wagging as he sniffed his face. He wore a myriad of newness; of lands the boy hadn't yet travelled, creatures from there, and the smells of familiars whose names he was too young to know. Each smell was a puzzle piece to a puzzle he had no clue how to assemble yet. Nonetheless, he held onto each one tightly within his mind.