Redtail Rise morendo

he doesn't see. he never would. 

she hadn't picked anyone—not really. the others had taken her for their own; they had understood the song and dance that came with her estrus perfume. perhaps this was one song and dance Ashlar didn't know.

but then, he did, apparently. he did, and now Redtail blood lays idle by the sea.

again, Avicus shakes her head. she has no more words for him. no way to make him understand. the anger on her face has faded into something desperate and despondent, for it's—

no, not love. she could never love this poor, underling man.

possession. that's what she felt.

and Chacal had stolen from her.

she turns and walks away without another sentence, shoulders hunched, tail uncharacteristically low.