Redtail Rise the oval portrait

one of the twins approaches, and she turns with a small smile, brushing her muzzle across the top of his head in greeting. Mulherin, she greets, voice just a whisper. that's one of the names they'd settled on in these recent times, and it suits him.

she pulls back and gives her son a once-over. earthy toned and lithe, he resembles Ashlar quite a bit. but Merrick, too, and so his parentage will perhaps always be in doubt.

well. father, at least.

he will always know his mother.

you've grown, she remarks, lifting her chin. walk wi' me?