Redtail Rise and the pleiades

she watches them go with a gimlet gaze, still bristling at the notion of Nyra so. . .close. her base instincts, her bloodlust, the hatred deep within—they urge her forward, to take the woman on, even alone. to taste victory and have Astara avenged.

but the ground beneath her paws is reason enough to stay.

it's a place of her own—of their own, as she'd intimated to Ashlar. and she'd only staked this claim to build up strength for that ultimate showdown. she must be patient.

she must wait.

reluctantly, she turns, and walks away.