Redtail Rise the second coming

red dusk moves before the thought is finished.

the foreign scent hits sharp and heavy on the wind and his body answers it without pause. he steps in close to white feather’s side, shoulder set firm beside hers, rusted bulk a wall of muscle and intent. his tail lifts high, stiff and unmistakable.

claimed.

the intruding female crosses the line and his lips pull back just enough to show the truth of him. not rage. certainty. the ptarmigan feathers at his nape bristle as his chest expands and a low call rolls out of him, carried deep and wide across the border.

this land is not yours.

he does not leave white feather’s flank. his eyes never leave the crimson and white form testing the edge of the rise. dark spine’s presence settles behind them, dark spine’s snarl sharp at their backs, and the shape of the pack closes clean and solid.

red dusk plants his paws into the snow and burn-scarred earth alike.

one more step, and the rise will answer.