Redtail Rise I'm not dead yet.

The wolf from the borders approached while he was scraping out some of the snow and dirt from among tree roots, and he came away from his work breathing heavily, his shoulders tense. When they spoke to him it was with an introduction; Tulimaq did not recognize the name, but gave an appraising look and a tip of his head as a greeting.

He took notice of the raised tail and generally aloof affect of this Masque, who seemed to be playing at dominance without the usual aggression that Tulimaq was accustomed to seeing.

The daughter of Avicus. She looked the part; the red face, the rugged figure. Can you fight like your mother?