Redtail Rise the island of the fay

there had been very few times in her life where Avicus had tumbled into listless depression. not even after her mother had died—no, there had come vengeance, swift, raw, immediate. something to aim towards.

but now Prophet and Ashlar are both gone. 

what enemy is she to slay, now?

no amount of blood slain can bring them back. and that helplessness haunts her, weighs like a dark mantle upon her shoulders. she walks with an uncharacteristic heaviness in her step; she tears into prey as if rending flesh from bone can make things right again.

the pack goes on. life goes on. and she goes on. . .but indelibly changed.

the weather is growing colder, and the red woman is in the highlands just short of the forests that hug the mountains. she sniffs at the ground, looking for dens to raid. she works methodically, hoping to keep the thoughts and feelings at bay.

for once, she's hoping for company.