Redtail Rise Aquaplane

she barely registers the identity of the wolf, only the prey they bring with them. like someone straying too close to a Sarlacc pit, she snatches the turkey by the neck and begins to consume it, heedless of feathers and bones and innards.

only when she's cleaning the blood from her mouth and spitting out down does she stick her head out toward Masquerade, blinking at the change in light.

'hhank you, Avicus says fervently. the quartet nurses just as fiercely as her last litter, and with one more of them to feed, she finds herself more drained than ever before. the turkey will do wonders.

she lifts her chin in query. every'hhing okay? she asks, casting her snout in a circle around them to indicate all that question encompasses—the Rise, the wolves on the Rise, goings-on outside the Rise. . .

she hasn't had much of a chance to look into things in the last few days, after all.