Redtail Rise The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion

The sound of a twig snapping made her freeze, head jerking to the side to glance over one slate shoulder. She inhaled sharply when she saw Ancelin a dozen yards behind and closing. Trepidation swept through her as she did a quick assessment of his posture, her reply rapid as they conversed fluently in body language.

Her tail didn’t quite tuck, though it went limp against her her hocks. Her head lowered slightly, cerise snout pointed at the ground. Masquerade sought to appease, though she couldn’t quite help but hump her shoulders a bit defensively in the manner of a person spreading their hands. I don’t want to fight you.

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