Redtail Rise Taco Tuesday

mo’ jo the merrier!

The summer’s brittle grass crunched beneath his feet as he bounded toward the Caru.

As he approached, he observed Masque’s repeated pouncing. Assuming they had captured something, he dropped into a crouch, slinking through the brush as he waited for whatever it was to be released again.

He could see New Snow was also with them, and flagged his tail to notify the two of his location.