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

His tongue swipes over his nose, sensing her hunger. There were no leftovers to share today.

He listens, but seems to dismiss her stone question—finding more intrigue in the words that followed. She’d chose a name. He wonders how peculiar it may be.

In that cahhe, I’d rename you myhhelf. Tell me what you picked. He jokes, and presses on with a smile.