Redtail Rise thou art the (wo)man

he's older, older than her father, even. 

she sees him summit and nods, beckoning him closer. she takes in his rugged appearance, the scars that cut through his thick pelt. he's seen enough life to know it doesn't come out right all the time.

he's seen a fight.

she needs him.

who arh 'you? Avicus demands loudly—but her voice is not so sharp as it once was. it's grown resonant, deliberate; she dares not waste a breath, lest it be her last.

her indigo eyes stare him down.

like a tractor-beam, she pulls;

he's entered the rise. he is hers, now, by rights.