Redtail Rise morendo

she's enjoying another much-needed break from her rowdy trio when Ashlar appears, and lays a grave conversation upon her immediately. she pauses from her work—she's picking the meat off a rabbit bone, trying to get to the marrow, as she is wont to do—and rises to her paws, brows furrowed slightly at the seriousness in his tone.

mmm? Avicus inquires, waiting for him to speak. Ashlar in a grave mood is nothing new, but he usually keeps to himself. to have something shareable with his Wealda must be noteworthy, and she braces herself for bad news—

even feeling her spine and shoulders stiffen; they hadn't in a while. things have been good.

god, what did he have to say?