Redtail Rise a valentine

mmhm, she replies, idly, looking upon the stags. but it could take a while before they exhaust themselves enough to be of use to the pack. and besides, their savagery brings to mind the all-too recent grappling for power that had taken place upon the Rise.

she looks at Redd and cants her chin sideways. lehh' look for oh'her prey, she decides.

and gallops off, slackening her pace only for Redd to catch up. even small game will sustain them; large prey will only fall with the help of the entire pack, and they are only two wolves—and both not in ideal condition.

for now, she relishes the feel of loping along with her daughter, wind whistling past them. her tongue lolls.