Redtail Rise paradox

sunrise tries to think back to the many times she saw masque walking about and visiting with her and moon runner when they were so small. many memories feel like a blur and yet they remain in reach, just by her fingertips. and she can only think, only imagine, only dream. it all feels like a smoke screen.

there is no gift upon her jaws, though if he was ready for regurgitated meat, perhaps she might be able to hack something up. but sunrise did not move to do such a thing-- she should know better than to show up empty handed these days, and perhaps she might show another day with something to find, to bring.

she gathers herself to bring the brother closer to her, rumbling soft notes of affection as her tongues runs over his cheeks gently, and the spot between his ears. and if he'd let her, she might clean between his toes to spit out the bug he'd managed to wedge between them.

she blows through her nostrils playfully, her nose bumping his.