Redtail Rise diddling

a dark shadow belies her brother's presence, and she turns slightly, giving him a nod of welcome. Aven, she intones—the only part of his name her tongue still has claim to. she allows him to stay by her side, and they prowl through the woods—

a pair of panthers, one red, one black.

god, wouldn't Merrick be proud?

hunhh', Avicus explains, though probably with no need to do so. he'll know the look of a bored and hungry wolf. she cants her muzzle toward the trees. 'kquirrel? rabbihh'? or. . .

the deer are on the plains.

her nostrils flare, seeking answers.