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The not so young Redtail decided it was high time he find a den of his own. Tucked in the reaches of the woodland, he found the spot. A short but substantial stone ledge gave way for the ground to slope down, opening up beneath. The rock extended under the earth.

When Lilia found him, he was in the middle of excavating, to further widen and expand the space below. With his entire head inside, his body was vulnerable. But, he recognized her growl. Even her touch, the clip of teeth at an exposed shoulder.

Instead of whirling defensively, his tail waved calmly at his hocks. Backing out, his head and muzzle were peppered with blackish soil. Ancelin had returned to them. The news coaxed a thoughtful hum from the boy. Too preoccupied in combing through the gold fur along the line of her neck, he appeared unconcerned. But he did note whether or not Ancelin's scent was present on her. And did something he had never done before. "When?" His voice, so unused, was rugged. Like him.