Redtail Rise way of the wilds

Tension roils between them. Riley kept still as he was inspected, yielding the first move to his packmate.

Her attention was drawn to the trail of squirrel. Riley’s paws sifted through a pile of leaves; they were damp and cold to the touch, but beneath them the scent was preserved.

Acorns. Riley’s gaze lifted to Moon Runner to see if she knew what to make of it. He’d seen several seasons now, and knew this to be the time squirrels prepared their larder stores for the winter.

But did she know? And more importantly — was she hungry?