Redtail Rise landor's cottage

she can't help but grin at the small, pale forms that reveal themselves. what else could they be? both Augur and the woman are the color of fresh-driven snow. she does not move to touch either of them, though, merely giving them a brief nod before returning her gaze to their mother's.

she blinks softly, smiling at the woman. being a mother herself has softened her, somewhat. she sees potential in the young ones, and doesn't know how to verbally express her hope that they will become all that the Rise was founded upon.

instead, Avicus moves forward and touches her nose to the hunter's forehead, then pulls back. a benediction, if you will.