Redtail Rise So violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

Avicus lets out a snort of acknowledgement, only slightly suffused with frustration at his unwillingness to answer. still, it is good to have versatility—and he's large enough that brute strength will be more in his wheelhouse than hers, she thinks.

a pungent, earthy smell reaches her nostrils, and she trots toward it, coming upon a steaming pile of dung.

fresh. dey're near, Avicus remarks, glancing over at her Ulfhedinn.

her indigo gaze wanders down the trail, wondering just how close the caribou were. the warm scent of feces, so indicative of living prey, makes her stomach churn; it has been too long since she's had a good meal.