Redtail Rise cantrip

The look in her eye is unmistakable; she was guided by blood. Though the thought of living without her was saddening, he feels more respect for her than anything. His own allegiance has been in flux. It swayed between a staunch refusal to abandon the Rise, to answering his own whispers of wanderlust.

Sensing her emotions, he offers a reassuring bump of the nose to her cheek, which she seems to accept with her usual grace.

The bone catches his attention now. He croons a raspy whine, encouraging her to take ahold of it. A game of tug-of-war is on his mind.