Redtail Rise i’d like to think that mountains aren’t real

In the early light, Aventus trudged through a thin layer of fresh snow toward the rendezvous site. A pair of quails dangled by the feet from his tightly clenched jaws. His dark back was speckled with white and gathering more by the minute. In the absence of a strong wind to blow it into a gale, the falling snow was almost comforting.

Aves dropped his catch into the powder and gave himself a brisk shake before pricking his ears up and calling, @Ancelin?