Redtail Rise He works at Mr. Cacciatore’s down on Sullivan Street

I think it's just us. Relic, Redd and Masque are staying out of it. The kids are welcome to pop in of course if they would like to!

She grumbled and bared her teeth when Ancelin came to her side, charged by the voltage of his overflowing energy. Her nerves vibrated on a dissonant chord and while she didn't shake or tremble, she felt the urge to grab something and break it into pieces with her teeth. They shared a moment together while he preened her fur as it lifted from her skin. She felt her confidence rise, though she looked about wildly nonetheless. 

She might have burned like an out-of-control wildfire had it been just the two of them to address Relic- but when New Snow and Augur came, some of her ire was tempered. It flickered still, fighting like flames in a drizzle of summer rain, threatening to become a fathomless deluge of heat and light at any moment should she destabilize. The Ulfr and his mate were cool, hard earth, and like two marvellous pieces of clay pottery, they seemed capable of not only weathering the heat of her malcontent, growing stronger by it, even. 

New Snow seemed confused; Lilia tilted her chin and exhaled through clenched teeth to indicate a bid for the rank of Berserkr once more, if necessary- but that her patience was limited. Augur, too, seemed restless. She caught his glance and at last, she frowned and pursed her lips together.

There was a chance Relic was out of earshot. "If he doeth not come," She breathed, "I will find him." She said. She couldn't help but feel sour that he had not run, hasty to meet her summons- she'd been looking forward to the chance to fight, and could think of few opponents more worthy than him. Still, she had to accept the fact that perhaps just now wasn't the time. 

The moment felt anti-climactic. It felt as though the urgency had passed. She had to wonder about how she might react if he showed up in an hour, drifting in from having heard just the bare whisper of her voice from kilometers away. The tempest of her ambition would have to keep its strength if she hoped to defeat him, so she sat, trying not to glower, and leaned lightly into Ancelin's shoulder, seeking some condolence for her disappointment.