Redtail Rise i unpack the heat with my oven mitts

good riddance. still struggling with parsing the woman's speech, Avicus says nothing in return, instead fixing a gimlet glare upon the beast as she lumbers away. should she need more of a cue, the ruddy woman will move closer, growling at the interloper's heels.

and she will not look away until this strange threat has passed beyond the horizon.

don' lehh' her come here again, Avicus commands, looking at Augur after a few long moments of picking through her thoughts and choosing the right words. her shoulders have relaxed; clearly, she trusts her hunter, but the way that woman had acted toward him. . .

she shakes her pelt out with a sigh, a brief snort, and then wheels 'round, heading back to her business. she gives a chuff over her shoulder in invitation for Augur to follow if desired.