Dawnlark Plains darkest hour

Redd did not know what was happening.  She had not expected to come across familiar faces as she stalked the boundaries of the Rise, let alone locked in apparent battle.  She scented the blood first.

They were known to her but were also a threat to her Rise.  Their violence was too close.  Wealda stalked forward with a stiff-legged threat and snarled, her fangs bared to make it apparent that she would defend as she saw fit.  She did not know what this conflict was about or who started.  In this moment she did not care.