Redtail Rise and a five pointed dagger

She leaned into his touch for a moment, before she drew back when of all voices, Augur's comes to bid them to leave. Her ears flick back, and her lips tighten; she did not understand why he was asking them to go. Avicus must have returned, then, to whisper honey into his ears and beseech him. Lilia bristled and growled. She knew he was concerned for her safety, but Lilia had no fear of what she might face. Still; she knew he spoke to her with love, and with the best interests for her future. 

Ancelin shimmered like a knight in polished armour, ready for battle. She looked at him, and loved him for his scars, for his simmering brutality. She did not like the idea of him fighting on her behalf- not because she worried for his safety, as she considered him more than a match for Avicus or whoever might come at him. But because she knew her own power- and as Berserkr, she would happily go down fighting.

"She won't kill me either," Lilia said, and breathed again- this time, a sigh of relief. She lifted her muzzle to press it against her mate's cheek, feeling just behind his soft, velveteen skin the ridge of teeth, ready to rend flesh from flesh. She tilted her face away so she could match their eyes, indigo to cerulean. 

"Fuck them." She said. "Let'th go."

It was not fear that drove her away; it was the desire to get away from the madness that seemed to have spread like a virus through the Redtails.