Redtail Rise Do your dirt, make your mark

takiyok was not a warm creature, similar to himself. however, mahler had seen what passed for warmth in the woman, what comfort appeared to be. today she was devoid of either; the lines of her body bespoke a weariness he had not seen in the northerner before. as she settled, the gargoyle mirrored her, avoiding the desire to glean what had befallen takiyok with a stare.
he was concerned all the same, however, and presently, the stone lavender of his eyes sweeping back to the molten burn of her own, he regarded her with an inscrutable expression. "you are alone." a statement, rather than a question. the wolfess did not appear to be hunting, and he knew her to be devoted to her packlands. why was she away from them now?