Redtail Rise empty house

the mottled woman paints an interesting spectacle upon the border, and it is with curiosity nearly rivaling her customary wariness that Avicus approaches, eyes narrowed. she takes in the sight of her, assessing for threats. she'd called for no one in particular, so her errand here involved no current Redtail resident.

mm? she asks wordlessly upon coming close enough to speak, rolling her shoulders back into the regal posture she'd carried since her birth—except now, she's done something to earn it.

there's a familiar tinge to the woman's smell and she cannot place it; it's faint enough not to send alarm bells clattering, but she notes it in case things go south. they have friends in the taiga, for sure, but Nyra (to her knowledge) lurks nearby.