Redtail Rise i unpack the heat with my oven mitts

she does comply—at least, to move away from Avicus. Augur is between the two of them, though she can see that his patience, too, is wearing thin. she moves to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her hunter, eyes sharp as her teeth, boring into the woman.

Avicus follows Augur's motions with a silent indigo gaze. they're clearly familiar. but it's the brute's turn to answer questions.

who are you? she asks again. there won't be a third time.

it's bad enough that the stranger acted so forward, but something had happened to make the Rise's resident pregnant wolf nervous, and she'd not stand for any trouble at their borders. not now, not ever.