Redtail Rise cutting

A scent on the wind. Masculine, like him. There was no mistaking it was Ancelin. Relic spotted him easily, watching calmly.

In seconds he dissected his body language. A low head and high flagging tail. Hardly a warm welcome. What did he want? Was he jealous over his haul? He dropped the liver in the snow. Hearty, long scrapes kicked the white powder over it. Effectively marking it as his, while brandishing his claim and confidence.

He then addressed Ancelin by facing him directly. Teeth were kept sheathed, but his muzzle was taut. Red eyes intense and un-averting. Serrated tail  flagging to line with his backbone. He let Ancelin approach, watching cooly.