Redtail Rise So violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

she bristles slightly at his hush, but understands, making herself low as if that can stop any sound (even subterranean) from escaping her. she breaks off, a ruddy shadow, breath stilted and ears flattening as the caribou's shriek rips through the trees.

a murder of crows starts at the racket, fluttering up and away, and at that, so does the massive beast—but its progress is hindered by a limping gait.

Avicus continues to circle, cutting her indigo eyes through the brush toward Tulimaq's burly figure.

now?

it has to be now, before their prey gets too wise.