Redtail Rise don't surrender

he speaks of the wayward girl that had graced their borders, and she nods, though the embers of jealousy lay low but hot in her gut. he ought to be nurturing her children, totally, completely—

but he does, of course. she knows he does. and any competition is of course imagined. . .

will needha' be, here, she responds. you 'hhrain her?

die, embers, die! she ought to devour any rivals to her darlings, but the rational part of her brain wins out, and hopes for more hunters and fighters for her pack. their pack.