Redtail Rise Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear

Riley was properly spooked. Fifth, however, seemed hardly affected. The sluggish blink of her eyes and soft whump of her tail against dirt signified every positive intention possible. Still, Riley’s fur stood on end.

He had spent years sleeping alone. Even in the Rise, his quarters were isolated. Sniffing the area, Riley had to wonder what kind of trick this was. Was it a test? Did prying eyes watch from the shrubs, waiting for one wrong move?

Finally, he found his voice. What are you doing?