Redtail Rise the island of the fay

breathless, she watches Masque hunt, and when her daughter moves and then speaks, she braces herself. brouching low, trying to blend with the multi-color leaves that have fallen. . .

a brown snout emerges, then a head. she wastes no time.

she strikes forward, serpentine, and grasps the well-muscled neck in her jaws. one wrench, two, and she feels the pop of a broken spine ripple down to her toes.

the gopher is limp in her jaws as she straightens and approaches Masque, then drops the thing at her forepaws.

well done, Avicus remarks, smiling. we are a goodh 'hheam.

rolled for success!