Redtail Rise Empty the pockets of the innocent victim

he explains, and her face changes. understanding. and then—

i will be, Avicus spits, ears folding back. she doesn't appreciate the humor; it comes a little close to treason for her liking. to let such a man enter their home, take her, fu—

she snorts, sending twin cascades of steam into the air, and stalks a short distance away, nearer the corpse. stares at it, dispassionately.

Tulimaq had defended an intruder. he is worthy.

good, she says, and glances toward him, gaze gimlet. well dhhone.

the atmosphere is thick and heady with blood. she returns to her Ulfhedinn and gives him a nip on the shoulder on her way past him, deeper into the territory. nothing cruel, but hard enough to remind him who he serves.

she wonders if he will want to 'fuck' her, too—and if she'll let him.