Redtail Rise It was only a trap.

There came teeth flying for him; angry and red just the way he liked them, singing where they snapped, but they did not cut across his skin. Tulimaq leveled a glare towards the face lingering so close and did not soften, but his attention drifted to each additional wolf that appeared.

He saw the younger one and appraised them with that same look, and then flashed the pale man who arrived with a narrowing glimpse. His interest was in Avicus mostly; the bou though, came second.

They were all distrusting of him. Their warnings were clear.

I'm not here to make war with you, he justified. The veiled evening light caught upon his scarred face, the network of ruined skin down his left cheek and in to his neck. Are you stronger, Avicus? Have you raised your warriors?