Redtail Rise sclera

Tulimaq blinked until the red of his vision decreased.

He took a risk and rubbed his face against his foreleg before snaking towards the man, unable to tell him apart from the snow piled high at first. He was grimacing; then when he saw how feeble the man looked, there was a new pride to the expression. A lift of the head, a more prominent puffing to his body.

Now, he could have sought to finish things there — it was his right, in victory, to take this one's life and keep the red girl safe. But he did not.

You can fight. Tulimaq had observed as much; his body would be bruised and bloody for a while yet.

She's looking for fighters.