Redtail Rise Þief

so sorry for the wait!! feel free to bring the elk down here if you choose

Ashlar is keeping the children safe. Aventus at her side. the bulky forms of Prophet and Augur lying in wait.

the hunt has commenced without flaw.

they thunder up the slope, Avicus taking more and more risks to get the old elk there. she rakes flesh and sinew with her teeth, feeling sharp bursts of air nearby from the flailing hooves. an inch or so closer, and. . .

all at once, her jaws snap at a flank and one of those sharp, dished feet catches her ribs. a glancing blow, but a painful one, nonetheless.

she stumbles, wincing, and tries to pick up the pace, but finds her breath can only allow a fast trot.

keep goin'! she calls out to Aventus, half-wheezing. fire ripples through her left side, and she smells blood—her own. she's broken ribs before and doesn't think it's happened again, but she can't be sure.

a younger Avicus would have carried on, but instead she falls back, wanting to check on her pups. she trusts Ashlar, but the elk's hooves have brought danger into stark focus.

her indigo eyes burn upon the top of the slope, watching for the burly hunters to bring their game down.