Redtail Rise the duc de l'omelette

eahh', Avicus allows them both, focusing on Blood specifically. the girl is meaker than she'd hoped; at least Fire and Bone have the boldness in them that has marked their mother, their brother, their grandparents. she nudges her red-masked daughter toward the squirrel.

then she sits back, watching them taste and pry. we all are bloodh' an' bone, she remarks, like a disinterested college lecturer in a room full of abstracted students. we muhh' kill if we wanna live.

from the very first grub she'd captured, Avicus had known this was her destiny.

now, she hopes to pass on that same base, feral wisdom to her children. god forbid they wind up anything less than masters of their world.