Redtail Rise The smaller the mind, the greater the conceit

This was an overly competitive time in Fifth’s life, not that Lilia would know, so the tyrant toddler took great offense to the adolescent’s joyful encouragement, which was instead mistaken for an attempt to reclaim the body part. Fifth growled as she tried to yank and drag and use all her might to get the rabbit away from any competing jaws… but her defensiveness over the corpse suddenly waned.

It smelled like food, except it was stiff and unpleasant. Not at all like what she actually wanted. Why did the big wolves care for these things?

She abandoned the haunch and threw herself at Lilia’s muzzle, nipping, pawing, and licking in an attempt to get the real prize to drop.