Redtail Rise i hate the air he breathes

Tulimaq.

He committed it to memory, as if the man might have slipped his mind with such a grand entrance.

Prophet. He answered with a thoughtful hum that followed.

My father. He demanded we know how to defend. His mother had taught him things of the heart and mind, his father had deemed it fit to show them how to defend these things. Teeth and claw. Body slams and tangles of limbs.

Whatever it took.