Redtail Rise oh it's not true, i don't wish harm upon you

Avicus.

she blinks the water from her eyes and turns her head, staring at him. yes? her gaze reads, glinting in the moonlight. she's never been one for words, obviously; if he needed a counselor, Ashlar is nearby.

all she can offer is her body, and the brute dominance of it. and presence, she supposes.

she thinks of her conversation with the singer,

realizes she could be lacking.

for the very first time, a spark of frustration in her heart, that she is no more than a savage, intent on blood and bone, unable to connect with others beyond a quite visceral level.