Redtail Rise 10,000 Spoons

something eased inside mountain boulder at the welcome of thorn caller, the clear apology in their bearing and expression, in their energies and aura.

softly he reached to nudge their eartip, whuffing a wave of paternal breath across their nape. 

peace. he would stay. they must stand. he could not make the choice for any but himself, but mountain boulder would remain. he did not wish to be given a reason to leave.

at the mention of hunting his wide grey ears came forward. did thorn caller have an idea in their mind or would they only track ahead?

the tiny tinge of red woman's scent hung between them, a hearkening beacon.