Redtail Rise the man of the crowd

they are called; all of them.

to their bloodkissed warlord.

bobcat does not wait for his mother, assuming that she is not too terribly far behind. father has already gone with the command to stay despite his itch otherwise.

reckless youth paints bobcat's aura in vibrant reds and gilded golds: arrogance and the merciless kiss of steel upon flesh. a dragonling ( but not yet a dragon ) ready to bear his teeth and sink it into those whom would oppose them.

he joins those gathered; golden gaze cutting to their leader where it rests.