Redtail Rise adorn my silver crown

"good."
with that grunted, ancelin tore off, expecting mulherin to do what he said. his muscles felt great at this speed, the wind filling his lungs with vital air.
almost too late, the stranger turned, skinny legs churning in fright and horror even before his face seemed to register the redtail hunters. ancelin kept his tail flung high, trained against mulherin.
now their chase would begin. he snapped at the air, at the straining heels, snarling hotly all the while.