Redtail Rise mellonta tauta

she comes to the pale hunter in lust and spite, not duty. she's more touchy with him than she had been with either Prophet or Tulimaq, running her muzzle along his throat in turn and issuing an answering rumble that hummed deep and strong between the two of them. 

slowly, sinuously, she weaves her body against his, feeling the warmth of him.

Avicus has grown fond of this strong, loyal man. wordless like her mother, yet there is nothing in their relationship that really requires speech. he is hers, and she will care for him in turn.

he is worthy of her flesh.