Redtail Rise Requiem

He hears the voice of Masquerade, but he doesn’t have it in his heart to sing. The boy has adjusted to the second, now final, loss of their mother. A wound, buried deep, still bleeds though.

Dark paws carry him toward the sound of his sibling’s call. Another voice breaks nearby, New Snow. He sees the pale woman in the distance and croons a low note to announce himself. Meeting her stride, he embraces her with rub of his head along her shoulder and a nip of her whiskers.

She has always been there for him. For that, he expresses his gratitude.

They will walk together.