Redtail Rise Þief

if she'd known Atreus had departed the scene, she'd have throttled the little shit—okay, perhaps not, but she'd let her brother deal out whatever punishment he felt necessary. despite throttling at the forefront of her mind. . .

and it is, but, thankfully, now geared toward the elk. Aventus and Avicus are night and day as they surge toward the elk, evening shadow tearing at the withered haunch while the bright sun of her pelt ripples through the air to worry the opposite shoulder.

eyes rip away, briefly, looking for her children. Ashlar keeping them at bay.

the cow is flanked, now, by two sibling-wolves, and they begin the process of driving her up the slope toward the waiting hunters. all the while, she braces for retribution from the herd—

but perhaps it will not come.

the old cow is weak, after all.

why would they risk their flesh to save her aging bones?