Redtail Rise Around in the shade,

faust wiped his mouth as he stepped back from the kill, the lingering heat of the hunt still pulsing through his veins. and you, he said simply, his tone acknowledging the ease with which they'd taken down the caribou. he gave her a fleeting glance, a slight nod in approval.
he wasn’t one to get caught up in pleasantries, but it was clear they had a rhythm, a connection in their shared hunt.
he, too, awaited eagerly for ungulate season. it would be here, soon, as he thought. given the growing grasses and the green terra. any day, he'd suspect. you will stay here? his voice was low as he began to eat. here, the rise.