Redtail Rise thou art the (wo)man

issumatar. she doesn't know the word, but he says it reverently enough that she straightens a bit more, meeting his gaze. he's taller, stronger and older than she is—and could likely have his say in any goings-on, should he wish.

and yet, he's here.

foodhh, Avicus answers, and her mouth waters at the thought. she swallows. home. 

ragged tongue leaves her mouth, swiping briefly across her chops. bloodhh, she adds, and her chest tightens as the ghost of her mother's iron-tang death-smell fills her nostrils.

so? her indigo eyes beckon a response.