Moonspear Fling into battle, spring to your feet boys

He said nothing more, and as such, without the kindling to burn over, she would pick and pry at it no further. Charon punctuated her point with a show of his teeth, which was good, so she believed that was all that was necessary to help it all sink in. From the interrogation to her warning, it was up to him what he took with him at the end of the day. Although she hoped that if and when he made it back to his fellows as the Caldera, healed, that he would remember her unforgiving coldness towards such Redhawks, and that they would all be wise enough to leave her alone here. Gannet may receive all the treatment he could need, and kept among them with a shelter and meal in his belly, but these were not typical times--and neither was he was he a typical sort of prisoner, if calling him such was even proper. Knowing that this could very well be the last shred of generosity towards their lot she may have in her, she didn't intend to push the issue unnecessarily.

A piece of her waited for Charon to finish looming over the yearling (half curious if he may lash) and thoroughly ingraining the fear of the Spear into him. She had already concluded her matters here however; everything beyond this was just to see what may happen, but even that waned. With that, she moved off slowly. When all was said and done, and she was out of sight, she slid away for the higher slopes.

yesss <3 her last here too