Redtail Rise all you want is one more saturday

This had been a particularly bloody hunt. While the Saturdays enjoyed the spoils, Masquerade retreated to a patch of yellowed grass and began to groom the sticky red patches from their fur. While they bathed, gnats and flies began to orbit around them until there was a veritable swarm.

For some undignified reason, they were attracted to the Caru’s hindquarters, constantly buzzing beneath Masque’s tail. The yearling set down the hind leg raised in the air and sat upright, planting their rear end in the grass and scooting it a little to alleviate the inevitable itch.

That was when Sunset came over with some scraps, trying to get the Caru to engage. Masque shook their head, flinching and yipping when a horsefly descended on their shoulder and bit them. They scrambled to all fours, tail now slinging between their hind legs.

Let’s find some water and go for a swim instead, they said to the pup, pushing at her shoulder before trotting toward the nearest water source.