Dragoncrest Cliffs o, tempora! o, mores!

Avicus nods, though inwardly she's seething at herself. she will never be able to bark orders the way her father does, her brother, too. she's been rendered silent by the moonwoman—

(but is not your mother speechless, too? and how dare you suggest she's powerless)

she snaps to attention as they depart, moving off at a steady, albeit slightly limping, trot. the scent of deer assaults her, suddenly, and she allows herself to take a deep inhale before moving on, a little quicker. Haunt and Erzulie are taller and broader than she is; she's best suited to the chase.

so chase, she will.

i runh fawnh over here, she declares, and is delighted to find it comes out fairly clear. offering no room for argument, Avicus slips away, a ruddy shadow, making a wide circle 'round the herd, gaze locked upon the weakest-looking youth.

without any further preamble, she charges, startling the creatures into bleating frenzy—but she only has eyes for her quarry, and the path back toward her hunting party.