Redtail Rise Trades for me

for once, Avicus hadn't been the first to answer. not even close.

by the time she lopes down upon the proceedings, a wolf is fleeing and there is blood in the air. Aventus, and his miscreant son.

she pulls up with a flurry of dust and dying grass and tosses her head toward her brother, questioning, jerking her chin toward the receding figure in the distance.

wha' happen? she barks. who 'dhat?

she barely glances upon the boy; she already suspects him of trouble. he'd earned himself quite a reputation, after all.