Redtail Rise It is one thing to say that something should be done

The morning's dew still clings to his fur; he'd been out and about, up earlier than the sun. He was up to nothing particularly exciting. A little jaunt in search of a mouse had led him through patches of thick bushes, which made his muscles sore from the painstaking stillness required in slinking through the vegetation without making noise. His efforts were rewarded aptly and earned him a meager, but fresh-caught breakfast. He is searching for more mice when..

Abruptly, a rustle nearby catches his attention, approaching footsteps and—

His sister. He spots her and pauses, his brow furrowing the slightest when he recognized her. Certainly, he'd expected someone else; she rarely went out of her way to seek him like this.

He walks over to meet her, giving no indication of his mild confusion and offering a low chuff in greeting.