Redtail Rise oh it's not true, i don't wish harm upon you

He's sick, he thought first.

Here she was, a slithering siren into the river. Droplets of water cooling the wildfire that she was. They traveled down her ruff and all he can think is —

Nothing. He wasn't thinking.

He pulled closer to her with a warm rumble deep in his chest. Something stirring within him and he thought it might only be soothed by seeing the one who put it there.