Redtail Rise We all see the door, hoping it'll open something in a major way.

A part of Riley wondered if Redd was anything like her sibling. There was a taciturn directness to her he could appreciate, though she might find his responses slow.

Up close, Riley could see the familial resemblance. She was a muted dove grey -- while neither she or Masque had Avicus' brilliant russet pelt, a little of her was framed in both of their faces.

No, I guess not. Riley thought that a little strange, considering he'd run with the Rise since August. But the fault was likely in him. He knew he was an outsider, and so he took an outsider's role: he stayed on the fringes, he stayed under the radar, and filled his days with solitary hunts and cache stocking.

I'm Riley Redpath. Glancing at the fox as Redd touched it with her nose, Riley realized he had never explained. Masque thought the pelt too nice to give to the puppies. Might make a nice head-rest, though.