Redtail Rise Rat queen

Luckily for the candid, Astraeus was no wartorn veteran — just a lad with a tommyrot mind. Teeth flew but found no purchase on the pelage of the innocent. The claymore darts past, panting heavily from his last outburst. Tch! He hadn't paid any mind to the fact that Condor now had the musk of a man, his grudges flew without abandon.
Growling and making use of his glassy eye & co., Astraeus lunges again, snapping fervently for their hocks; whether they fleed or not.

wc: 84