Redtail Rise A living shrine just for you

Why.

It echoed in his head, it bounced off the walls.

And she dared to be here, at his home. Dared to touch along delicate places and inhaled the scents he carried. Did she smell the milk from babes already his? Did she smell the blood of successful hunts?

He snorted something deep and primal.

He dared, for not more than a second or two, to touch his nose to her crown if she did not flee. This was the only kindness he could afford.