Redtail Rise So violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

Her laughter makes him miss a step, but he recovers before any harm can occur. It is enough to make them run on-par with one another though.

As she asks her slurred question he slows purposefully, reaching a patch of forest that smells strongly of the prey and has signs of a trail.

I am what I need to be. He answers in his typical cryptic fashion; standing a few inches taller than her, and broad-shouldered, he has enough muscle to do the work required.

They would not have to sulk about the tree line for long either: the trail was obvious in the snow, and there were signs that something had been overturning the topsoil further along. The caribou was close.