Redtail Rise LXXI

the dawn boy grew with each passing day. by now he was a rangy shade of brimming graphite, lightening more and more with pale sunflecks while his baby blues began to shift toward a muted silvery-yellow. set with the strong, stern face of his father, he led his little pack through the reeds, hopping over tall plants and bravely clearing the path.
clueless as to what troubled his father, but sensing some form of distress, the cub begins to grow anxious as they near their stopping point. he ropes back around to meet him alongside his siblings, snuffling at his legs before leaping up to try and bump against his face.