Redtail Rise The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion

it was her.
ancelin watched with eyes that were heading toward their final deep hue. he was not as good at stalkwork as she, but he had learned to practice.
today he was not trying to hide, however; today ancelin deliberately cracked a twig in her wake and sent ear and tail stiff in her direction. not a threat, necessarily, but a slow posturing.