Redtail Rise i know you want my thunder

His patrol is interrupted by a girl.

He sees her there, statuesque, standing alone by the border. She is ruddy and sandswept; not much older than himself. Equally as curious, he wants to see what she is waiting for.

The boy trots toward her steadily, tail flagged, wearing an untraceable emotion on his features.

Who’re you? He asks, meeting her.