Redtail Rise Lithium

the boy has returned; she recalls his voice in his call. she summons fortitude against her growing nausea to move down the slopes, meeting him at the border and staring curiously, skeptically, at his offering.

all? Avicus muses, lips curled downward in a frown. no more?

it's just a ram's head, and while she supposes they can bash its skull and eat its brains and other related meats, it's not nearly enough for a pack. she wonders how he could have thought this was sufficient—

unless it's indicative of something else.

her eyes narrow, scanning his face.