Redtail Rise q-less

it was not often that he interacted with the bearn.

in lieu of redd, ruckus grew sour and misanthropic. his attempts at connecting with the orphan were rebuffed, as they had done to many others.

he was quick to give up and give space.

yet, whether the child realized it or not, he always kept careful tabs on their whereabouts. the berserkr passed by in some way almost daily.

mulherin’s was known only as two orange eyes ablaze in the dark, the candlelight put out upon discovery.

as soon as he was there, he was gone; merely a rustle in the bushes.

redd’s return lessened the frequency of his prowling. the two were joined at the hip most times. ever since, he kept to himself and out of her way entirely.

but today, mulherin shows himself.

the dark-clad berserkr trots out from the brush, intently eyeing the bearn. he stops a generous distance away and simply stands there, statuesque.

a field mouse, held by the tail, dangles from his jaws.