Redtail Rise tuscany

He wondered what it was like, having portions of yourself doled out as if by ration, by necessity.

How these wolves lived among themselves with their own ecology, these seething syntrophs that populated the Rise! Despite the superficial sparseness, there was a deep arborescence to their society, all rooted to the keystone figure of Redd. No, Wealda.

His expression flickered between consternation, respect, admiration. He had never known anyone like her before.

That's... He did not elaborate, because he was afraid of what he might say.

Instead, he moved to press his cheek against her shoulder, his blind eye closing against the coarse guard fur. If she allowed him, he would remain that way for a few breaths before pulling away, eyes averted.