Redtail Rise Around in the shade,

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faust’s gaze cuts across the landscape, his focus sharp as ever. his steps are quiet, calculated as he moves low at the base of the rise. the scent of the woman drifts on the wind before he spots her—white fur against the fading light, a quiet figure in the stillness of the thaw.
he observes her for a moment, sizing her up with a cool, assessing look. no immediate threat, but still, something about her lingers in the air, untethered.
after a beat, he continues his slow advance, maintaining distance, his presence unspoken but known.