Redtail Rise Moon Singer

He kept his ears pricked even as he looked around for a suitable place to sleep. He found a rather scraggly cluster of shrubs and began digging a shallow bed for himself beneath one as Sienna sang in the background, painting poetic pictures about her domain. He smiled to himself as he listened, even if he didn’t totally follow the bit about wielding.

He settled down in his makeshift berth with a sigh as her verse drew to a close with one last declaration of her strange title. He thought back to their brief rendezvous on the rise—unaware, of course, that the singer wasn’t Sienna at all—and tapped his tail tiredly. He barely knew her, yet he was happy for her obvious success.

“Enjoy your empire, Wealda!” he called back, tucking his forelegs beneath his chest. He yawned, his head already drifting toward his snowy pillow as he tacked on, “Good night!”