Redtail Rise i hate the air he breathes

The scent of a man came to Tulimaq. By now he could tell apart the few that made the rise home, and this one was not one he recognized. There was no illness to sour the stranger's scent or any sign of poor health, which made Tulimaq even more dubious to their goals here.

He would hunt through the many trees for sign of him - as he had the white wolf, who called for women and for pleasure - and in doing so, ensure only the strong persisted here.

That was the goal, at any rate. The warrior sprang from cover as he caught sight of a ferrous brown beast of a man, baring his teeth and making it known: this was a challenge.