Redtail Rise He works at Mr. Cacciatore’s down on Sullivan Street

ancelin was irritated, enraged. he left off his hunt for relic, still seeing the value in adding no tension to the already fraught ranks. and so he hunted. he stalked. he killed things along the border, but no bloodshed assuaged the hunger in him.
when lilia called, ancelin came, stiff-legged and possessive. he growled, flagging his plume high as emblematic of his support for her; he pushed his body against her own and licked through her guard hairs before turning to face the others.
smouldering; silent; his support was clear. ancelin waited for the others to throw in their lot.