Redtail Rise howl

approaching about 3 months of age, sunrise would love to meet a new face!

like the sun shining through the silent drops of rain, the mysterious fox wedding takes place in the eyes of sunrise. there is a shift, the development of pale light begins to take over the spots where blue once remained dominant. she grows into her body with each passing day, though is still shy of her true growth spurt. none the less, the mountain pebble will sone become a stone, perhaps even a rock. one day, she could only hope to become the behemoth that her father is.

here at the rendezvous site, Sunrise has taken note of a hopping toad, croaking about in a distressed manner as she attempts to catch it (and perhaps puncture its expanding throat with a tooth or two). with luck and enough planning, the toad remains just one step ahead of the child, escaping death here and there as it zigzags and catches Sunrise off guard.

through all of the croaking and displacement of the dirt, a childish giggle roars over the rest of the noise.