Redtail Rise deathblow

now with semi-functional sight and limbs, tuesday's dawn was becoming slightly less of a menace. he sprouts from little pebble to a defined stone, bathed in granite and gunsmoke and all his father's might.
the problem came with using it.
he is rolled around and instinctively, he lashes back with a glimmer of milkteeth and a high-pitched grumble. he flounders for a moment before climbing atop his siblings, stepping on the spine of twilight and crushing the feet of afternoon. it was less a show of dominance and more an attempt at going back to his napping spot, but perhaps there was a bit of i'm boss, back off in there too.