Redtail Rise Let The Feast Begin

the words that unfurl before her remind her all too much of her father's crazed musings;

she has no use for them.

the woman had nodded, so she then stares directly at her, a command in her gaze. fighh' him, she says, flicking an eye toward Prophet, or 'hhleave.

they have healer already, and she trusts Ashlar far more than this wolf.

they need warriors, not ramblers.

she must fight to prove herself worthy. Avicus straightens, waiting for the woman's first move. her countenance is hard, brooking no opposition. resistance will be met only with teeth.