Redtail Rise crocus

Hope it's okay I join!

During idle moments he thought of Redd and the play of sunlight across her shoulders, setting her nape aflame.

He did not let himself indulge in these schoolboy's thoughts, thinking them foolish. But he had never liked anyone before, the only female figures in his life having been a caustic mother, and a sister who was equally as corrosive. He thought that being in the presence of the feminine inevitably came with its own radiation burns: unnoticeable at first, but resulting in ulcers and atrophy days down the line.

But there was no such discomfort where the Wealda was concerned. He pondered upon it as he walked aimlessly, found no answer.

Instead, he saw that his path intersected with a packmate's. He scented her on the wind; she smelled vaguely of "Augur".

Having a favorable opinion of the man, he was quick to approach, his gait light and elastic.