Redtail Rise the second coming

red dusk moves with them until the plains take her.

his bark carries once, deep and cutting, and the vagrant breaks. her retreat is fast and widening, scent thinning with distance. the border holds.

but dark spine surges forward, anger sharp and pulling him farther than the rise should allow. red dusk turns on him at once. he steps hard into the boy’s path, shoulder barring, tail high and rigid.

enough.

but the boy does not listen. he barrels forward. and red dusk— he does not chase further. his body stays angled back toward white feather, eyes flicking to where she stands alone now that the threat has passed. the rise needs holding more than pursuit.

tied in the best i could with dark spine's disappearance!