Redtail Rise Do not attempt the impossible

At some point, Carrion stopped following the scent of Sunrise and started searching for the source of an unnatural and pitiful shrieking, unaware that one led to the other. By the time she arrived, the poor thing had gone slightly hoarse from crying so loudly!

She saw that it was a young possum cornered by the rowdy daughter of New Snow and Augur.

Instantly, she felt a connection to the ugly, frightened creature; a sort of kinship via trauma bonding that she could not explain. She was the possum, and the possum was her. Both of them victims to the same beast.

(If this were any other time, Carrion would have dispassionately watched the scene unfold. In fact, her author fully intended to write this post with much indifference… But when her eyes locked with the terrified animal, some uncharacteristic – almost alien – aspect overtook her.)

She dove between Sunrise and possum, crouching over it with a scowl and a soundless show of teeth. No, Sun Stone, she scolded, using the name she had come up with for the wordless girl. Don’t do that!