Redtail Rise q-less

It was a mouse in Mulherin’s mouth, he realized, and it was alive. Cambria licked his chops, applauding his fellow on his self-control. The swarthy leader took a few more steps toward Ruckus despite the hostile intent written into every line of that little body.

The Dragonling frowned, even before his eyes flicked to watch Ruckus’s reaction. He felt bad for both of them. Didn’t Mulherin understand the puppy needed space? Cambria didn’t understand why, though he felt sorry for whatever event had soured the youngster’s temper so terribly.

He remained motionless, watchful. He understood what drove Mulherin—and perhaps it was best to push Ruckus’s boundaries a little, for all Cambria knew—but he found himself silently willing his peer to leave the poor kid alone.