Redtail Rise the sphinx

the weather upon the Rise matches the ice in her heart. stark, frigid, unyielding.

the bright winter sun does peek out every so often from the wispy clouds, but it provides no warmth. and Avicus, fur grown out to its fullest, paces 'round the rendezvous, barking a challenge to @Relic.

and then to @Redd and @Masquerade.

if the others are foot soldiers in her regime, her children are officers. or, at least, she means them to be. she will not let them fall to Nyra; she will not allow their death at the hands of that woman.

they will fight; they will win.

but they must be in shape to do it. she begins to square off with her burly son, feinting as he charges toward her and sending him galloping away; she catches his jaundiced sidelong look and snorts, breath fogging in the briefest of laughs.