Redtail Rise Empty the pockets of the innocent victim

you get post #400!

she's interrupted from cache-digging by the insistent cries of her Ulfhedinn, and it only takes a little while upon meeting with him to realize that the blood he wore is not of prey but of foe.

or his own. . .

whahh' happenedh? Avicus demands, eyes raking over his disheveled form. she gives a brief but insistent call for @Ashlar, trying to determine how badly he is hurt. because if all of it is his blood—

no, she smells it on him, the angry reek of a stranger. she looks toward the border, lips rippling upward in a snarl.