Redtail Rise diddling

she chuffs again, and nods, finding his gaze. consider signal given.

with any luck, they'll come upon the elk like pincers, pinning it between their own respective strengths. except he's canny, and can maneuver, and she finds that the young bull might well just slip between their metaphorical fingers.

Avicus lunges for its throat, hoping to end this now.

perhaps the shadow will do the same.

her heart beats hard and fast against her ribs.

the tree trunks whistle by, silent observers of this deadly dance.