Redtail Rise power of the saber blade

being extremely vague! Also fine with this being a cameo

Since her defeat on the border, Redd had remained, her presence inevitable regardless of acceptance.  She had nowhere else she could go.  So she had holed up near the border and tucked herself aside.

The fight had left her weak and aggravated her leg once more.  She could not hunt.  It had also entirely doused whatever misguided ambition she’d had left.  Anger was gone, submerged in the flood of shame and self-recrimination that filled her being.  If she had been so easily displaced as Wealda then she had never truly held it.

Wealda was a truth, not a passing aspiration.  She had failed them, and it was this truth that hurt most of all.

She watched as the newcomer, Cambria, passed nearby.  Her ears pricked forward and tracked his progress but she did not rise to join him.