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

His suspicion was warranted, which meant Carrion accepted it with a modicum of grace. Her tail moved to hug spindly legs as the newcomer’s burning eyes darted accusingly to the surrounding trees – wanting for a source of this strange behavior of hers – but no one was there. They were utterly alone, and the girl looked at him from her curled-up position with the same sleepy-eyed regard a nestled cat might give to a human caretaker who may offer scritches in passing.

She lifted her chin and tilted her head, questioning. What does it look like I’m doing? She felt no need to verbally respond to such a silly question.