Redtail Rise Or am I just wishing I could be like you?

'hhrain 'em, she counters, smirking slightly. there is no play without meaning on Redtail Rise. all of their activities will be focused around molding them into hunters, warriors. no endeavor will be frivolous—at least, not if she has anything to say about it.

her indigo gaze flashes backward, catching the sneezing girl in her sights. she shifts and noses her outside, to play with her brother. the allergy will abate, she thinks.

then, she turns to Prophet. 'hhank you, Avicus intones. she shifts forward, close enough for her muzzle to touch his. since their joining—and before!—she's felt a pull toward the man. and now, as he cares for her children. . .