Redtail Rise the hunger games

The puppy squirmed out of reach, then proceeded to bumble about the den. Masquerade sat back and spectated, their lips curved into a grin at the endearing sight. They supposed it was only a matter of time before Saturday’s Sunrise tripped over her own feet and went tumbling. They had spent many hours observing their own younger siblings and knew pups this age had not yet mastered their motor skills.

You’re alright, they murmured when her little eyes gazed up at them. Get up and keep going, they added, leaning forward to give the tyke an encouraging nudge.