Redtail Rise cutting

yellow in the snow. red in the air. almost ancelin cut his path away but forced himself to keep focused to the task at hand.
his auntie would have a large problem with an attack outright, and so he tempered as much of his anger as he was able.
ancelin flung his stoat into the drifts as the droplets thickened and he caught sight of relic ahead. for a long moment he only stood in stiff observation, and then he licked his lips, approaching with lowered head and a tail that flagged higher the closer he came.