Redtail Rise All Fired Up

Both girls appeared in the doorway to greet them. Masquerade grinned and dipped forward, shoving the kill ahead of them as they slid into their usual sphinx pose at the threshold. Their long tail swept the wet grass behind them mindlessly as they nosed the limp rabbit toward the pups.

They couldn’t remember if pups this age could handle meat, so Masque pinned the carcass with their left forepaw and tore at it until its viscera spilled into the dirt. All those soft bits and pieces soaked in blood should be easier for the Saturdays to sample, though Masque tore off a hunk of the rabbit’s flank to chew into a pulp for them.

The rain splattered their back, wetting their pale fur into a steelier shade of gray. Masque paid no attention, easing their weight onto their left elbow as they finished noshing the flesh and deposited a mouthful of meat slurry beside the rest of the rabbit’s remains.