Redtail Rise the colloquy of monos and una

it's time.

she finishes burying a fresh-killed hare in one of their many caches, intending it for Redd (but not begrudging anyone who needed the meat). first, though, she has business to attend to.

trotting toward the rendezvous, Avicus thinks of her recent conversation with @Masquerade. leadership, duty. she knows that one day, her children will step up. but while she is alive, and well, and whole, it must be her.

this land is theirs—but in the most selfish recesses of her heart, it is hers alone.

once near their shared sleeping space, she howls for the pair of leaders: one seasoned, one young. they have done admirably, but it is well past time to take back her rightful place.

and it won't be a discussion. she is Wealda.

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