Redtail Rise Empty the pockets of the innocent victim

the carnage is easy to spot from afar, a splash of crimson against the snow. she still hadn't understood Tulimaq and snaps toward his flank, urging him to stay back. lehh' healer look ah' you, she commands, and then moves up toward the body, staring dispassionately down at the ragged remnants of flesh.

he'd been big, but lanky. white as a blizzard, and body just as cold. the innards, too, were cooling in the winter air.

while Ashlar tends to Tulimaq, Avicus seizes hold of a bit of intestine and slowly pulls it free, dragging it to the edge of the border. she spreads the organ across the territory line, and then returns to the body, continuing to strew body parts like gruesome markers against the outside world.

it's a warning.

trespass, or be ripped apart.

she feels an absurd desire to dine upon his body, but no—he better serves as a message, instead.