Redtail Rise and a five pointed dagger

he waited for avicus.
the moments passed, and she did not come.
ancelin was sick of waiting for weight to come down on his head, and at the same time, it was why he challenged it, vied for it.
there was a scared boy within ancelin, a nervous, lonely child who had looked into the eyes of avicus and seen his own reflected back at him. this boy had no voice; he had no form; he had no standing.
then the leaving. the departures. the coming and going.
but avicus had always been there, and even though he set himself on the fringes of everything, ancelin had known he could search for her purple eyes and know she was there.
until she was not.
leave peacefully so we can rebuild.
we can't have anything as long as you're around, his mind twisted.
the bjern, who had begun to inch in the direction of augur's call, now halted, dumbfounded. she'd been so hell-bent on staying! she was —
ancelin almost asked if lilia was sure, but one long look into the bluesky eyes told him she was. that she was willing to surrender her final confrontation, the pups, her rank, the rise; all of it.
for them. 
everything she'd worked for, gone, and she was shoving the pieces aside and looking at him with finality.
"okay, leelee," ancelin said in a voice that trembled with anticipation. "let's go."