Dawnlark Plains Prismacolor

Redd’s words only served to remind Masque that none of the Redtails were apparently worthy enough to hold a leadership role. Dismay welled in their breast. They felt so powerless. They’d tried to do something about it and failed.

Making sure the pups are fed is something I can do, they said mostly to themself. Are you coming? they added, glancing at Redd.

Without waiting for a reply, they glided forward across the dewy meadow. The deer had been bounding eastward. Perhaps there were others, including fawns.