Redtail Rise aquila chrysaetos

A shape manifested from a line of trees, formed of autumn mist. Towering, pale. A man who Requiem did not recognize - but a man nonetheless.

The grateful boy rushed towards the reaching snout and before he could help himself, wedged his own nose against the man's cheek. A plea for food.

His tail was tucked yet his hips twitched side to side like a nervous, happy worm.