Redtail Rise the coliseum

Ashlar speaks first, and she nods, though maintaining the hard stare. an' mark border, she repeats, hoping he will not shirk that responsibility in favor of frolicking within the foliage. it is not a difficult task she asks of him; it's not as if she needs him to fight.

then her eyes shift to Tulimaq, and she doesn't quite take his meaning. she needs bodies to train, after all. they have none of those—beyond the healer, who has shown so little affinity for violence that she's all but given up on his fighting future.

anyone will do, she says coolly, meeting his golden gaze. we will hhhrain. buhh' we needh more. hhlook for 'em.

she straightens further, rolling her shoulders back with a deep sigh. i will hhlook, she promises. an' mark border. an' hunhh'. we all muhhh work, or we. . . Avicus shakes her head, clucking her ragged tongue once, a sound that hits the frigid air like the crack of a whip. we muhhh'.