Redtail Rise XIX

she wanted something more. augur was happy to oblige. he sniffed at the surface one last time, offering a reverent lap of his tongue, and then he set off at an easy trot.

there were bones here, for it was a graveyard of many animals. long ago the orange flower had burned. and what it left behind was multi-faceted. he sniffed through the tufts of fur left by living creatures. he added his own markings.

and at last he found a heavy femur, its marrow long blackened but its surface a good and unscarred gleaming.

he chuffed to new snow, calling her closer with an affectionate blink of his hawk-yellow eyes.