Redtail Rise al aaraaf

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.