Hideaway Strath to one in paradise

enough, she'd rasped to @Augur, tiring of their wait on the prairie. they'd hunted enough, sparred enough. they knew she lie in the hinterlands and so, to the hinterlands they would go.

reckless? yes.

but who else but her to take the fiery plunge?

a feverish pace over several days brings them to the first pack they encounter, and it is here where she recognizes the scent that had tainted her borders;

that had taken away her warrior,

(and her mother!)

those who were weakest would stay on the fringes with @Ashlar and his budding apprentice @Reki. her son, @Relic, too, to guard the healers.

they'd camp out on the foothills, ready for the injured and the—

no.

she won't say it. not aloud, not in silent fears. they will fight and return whole; she not only hopes it but commands it.

the moon rises, but it's cloaked in clouds and falling snow.

Avicus perches along the scent-layered edge of the strath and peers into the darkness below, then looks back to her warriors, whether or not their potential allies had sent help or not.

Sapphique had refused, and her brother had left.

she's long since learned that the only one she can truly rely on is herself.

but they don't have to fight. this pack can release the white witch to them, give her up for all her transgressions and save themselves.

no blood but hers need be shed tonight.

the red terror lifts her muzzle and howls into the freezing air, breath a burst of white fog, then clears her throat of phlegm and bellows:

NYRA!

@Prophet @Masquerade @Redd @New Snow @Lilia @Bobcat

set for this evening. Augur had tracked her as far as the hinterlands, and they seek justice here. I rolled an 11/20 for fighting damage to Avicus which means moderate injuries (deep lacerations, bruises, ripped fur) - feel free to do the same for your toon!