Redtail Rise blood born

His thoughts may have existed, but they remained locked away for himself alone. He was not a creature known for speaking his truths; he was one of action when such was needed, and as far as he could tell there was nothing that needed him in this place except the possibility of a woman's brief desire. He saw this now, as the red figure stood eyeing him with a familiar expression upon their face. Tulimaq gave a low rumble to signal he knew she was there; but yes, he was aloof.

Tulimaq kept his focus on work, primarily. The investigation of pests upon the land, the hunt to keep caches full, the study of scents as they mingled and shifted with the change in leadership. None had called for him specifically except Masque once, and Avicus, who would not call again.

The girl followed him with her attention and did not appear dissuaded. The tall way she held herself made Tulimaq think she was waiting for something — for him, perhaps — and so he made his way closer, his bulk swaggering, and an appraising eye lingering too long upon her face, her haunches; guessing her age, her health, her intent.