Redtail Rise In the Faces of Cats

the owl was silent, and if one would even believe it, sunrise wondered about how a bird like an owl could fly so silently at night. but these questions begged for a more inquisitive answer that flame stalker did not have the tools to discover just yet. her attention was instead snagged on the scent of another predator out this night with the two girls, and the wine-splashed girl offers sunrise the chance to make a decision, or at least, voice some opinion.

they were capable, she knew this more than anyone. the caru was a talented hunter, and sunrise had enough weight to throw around to grab ahold of whatever this beast was. so she simply nods her head with a small puff of air from her nose, perhaps a small sense of excitement to finally chase something besides the small hares that were difficult to find in the snow. 

"let's do it,"

and even as her ears pick it up, the soft wind that blew through the land of the rise, sunrise still remains silent as she would let masquerade guide her once again, and never would she think or worry of the outcome-- she had never been led astray by her.