Redtail Rise al aaraaf

after Sapphique, she returns to home and calls @Prophet and @Augur to her side.

whi'he woman here, an' killing our own, she says simply, upon their arrival. 'hhee kill my ma, and 'hhee will bleedh. one'a you needh go and findh her pack, keep wahh'h on 'em.

she looks over the burly Prophet, the hunter Augur. who? and it's simple as that.

a sentinel, then a warlord, then the devil upon them.

they are at war.

war. she smelled of the sea. she had been away.

the hunt-leader regarded red woman and blood eyes.

he growled a note. he would go. they were at war.

They were two devoted men.

Augur answered first in the way he did with these things. The hunter would go, as tracker, as bloodhound. Befitting the man.

He chuffed in low agreement to the Ulfhedinn.

A man made for tracking. It was all he could bring himself to say, for now.

she nods quickly, fervently. go, she commands. follow her 'hhrail. 

if anyone can do it, Augur can. 

her eyes flash toward Prophet. he will wah'hh. and we will prepare 'uh fighh'.

their numbers aren't great, but their will is. or, at least, hers is.

nothing to say after that.

his eyes lingered on them each in turn.

after that, a howl for @New Snow and @Bobcat. stay.

he would not be followed.

the man turned away. he melted down the side of the rise and into the taiga.

A warm, long look upon the man he called brother.

Once more he had no regrets for having given the man a name of family.

Every single body should be used. He figured she would agree with it. Even the children had seemed ready that fateful day. It matters not if she is alone or not. Our strength will come down. For the Rise, for you.

before Augur leaves, she surges forward into his shoulder and presses her muzzle deep into his fur, taking in the scent of him. in case it's the last. in case she's sending him to his death.

she admires him and loves him, and the thought of—

no. she casts the grim thought from her mind and sees him off, then turns to Prophet, straightening her shoulders with a long, deep sigh.

for all, she amends firmly. whih'he woman a killer. all in danger.

she embraces Prophet similarly, but lingers, given they're staying upon the Rise. perhaps he can feel the subterranean quake beneath her muscles.

fear? rage? both?

the desire to avenge her mother runs deep and fervent.

For all.

A concept he could hold close to his heart in the coming days and weeks. Even when his heart whispered for her in return. All he had ever done had been for the betterment of Avicus' claim.

He held her close in this moment. Felt the soft tension between them for this incident.

But everything had been building up to this and he refused for it to be lost to nothing.