Redtail Rise empty house

ambushed. children gone.

this is Nyra's handiwork; she's sure of it. she snaps to further attention, bristling slightly at Sequoia's words. who? Avicus asks swiftly in return. big whihe' womanh'? 

big white woman, the clarion call she's held for so long. god help her if there were ever two of the sort—if the bitch were to reproduce—

she casts that thought aside with a shifting of her shoulders, a brief shiver. when? she adds.