Redtail Rise But quite a different matter to do it

Shining new-minted golds met perfectly sheer ice blues in the waning afternoon light. Her tail hurried to wag, feet barely touching the ground as she skittered over like a greedy housecat to the sound of a can-opener. She dove beneath Lilia’s chin with an imploring whine, pressing eagerly into her golden throat and stamping her cheeks with a cold nose. She did not like to do this, but such childish, saccharine-sweet performances had rewarded her before, long after it was appropriate, and the berserkr was (nearly, presumably) the only one who relented these days, which meant that this kind of behavior was reserved only for her.

It fostered an extraordinary bond between them, even if it was… unhealthy.