Redtail Rise Like no one ever was,

Requiem had found a long switch of some variety upon the ground. It stuck up from a pile of other wooden debris, and besides being tinder-dry there was nothing remarkable about it.

He grabbed for its highest point first which arched over his head; he could not reach it, yet spent several minutes leaping and lunging, trying to elongate himself and snap at it. It didn't take long for the boy to tire of this, and he paced beneath the stick with his mouth wide and tongue drooping.

He sank to his bum against the pine needles of the earth, feeling too warm, and peered around the rendezvous for signs of anyone else up to more interesting exploits (anything beyond potential stick murder as he was failing valiantly at this himself).