Redtail Rise howl

a small flutter of the heart at the boy's kindness, looking over to see that mother has gone back to her perch to rest and watch from her comfortable spot. 

and when the stick comes before her, the shadow's plan works. she grows quickly distracted and now comes to grab ahold of the stick as her tail dusts the ground beneath her. 

with her mighty stick, meticulously held at one end in order to leave the other open for grabs, sunrise comes to gently press it against mulherin's shoulder before skirting around with hops and bows and a zealous energy that shows no memory of pain or blood.

whether he came to grab ahold of her stick or simply join in her company, sunrise would remain content.