Redtail Rise Whiplash

the scent of any unfamiliar male had augur's attention.

winter would be upon them. a hungry time. but thereafter, the young females of the rise would come into their own, and his teeth would be unleashed.

it was on stiff legs he attended the meeting. a tail wave for the son of red woman, a rumble for thorn caller, an attentive blink toward wolverine, who had already begun the assessment.

the man was well-honed, with dark shades which reminded the man of blacktail. but his eyes were a simmering brightness, pieces of fire in the night of his face.

sun stone then, he would be. he was a male in his prime, not a boy leaving yearlinghood behind him, and augur tipped a wondering look at thorn caller.

but for now he shook out his nape, indicating peace so long as the stranger kept it.