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

He smelled of freshly eaten meat, nothing more than a mouse or two, which distracted her at first. She sniffed towards his muzzle, curious and wanting, but she did not linger there, snorting to dispel her constant hungering and taking a step back again. Does every stone have a name, you think? she asked.

While he had taken to mimicking Avicus’ manner of speaking – an act she supposed had been a way to keep their mother’s memory alive after she had gone – she instead had modeled herself after Masquerade; and though she had never once thought the way he spoke was odd, she did often wonder if he thought that she was strange, for the things she thought and said.

I chose a name for myself, Rin, she brought up after he had answered. She was speaking straight for once. Then suddenly she giggled as a thought occurred to her in that moment. What if I wanted to call myself Mulherin, too?