Redtail Rise israfel

word had reached her of the young ones jockeying for position. she let it be, focused more on her burgeoning brood and healing her leg. even if the thought of it disturbed her.

now, though, she is whole again, and she searches for her eldest son. for @Relic, built in his father's image.

summer is upon them, and Prophet still not returned. they are left weak without a warlord, without a Berserkr, and she's loath to let that office stay unfilled.

and while she knows others are keen upon it. . .

Avicus sets her jaw, trotting across the plains. it must be him. she will keep this Rise in her blood; it's meant to be that way.