Redtail Rise tonight we make the trojans pay

Vaguely backdated a bit, Watcher/Roamer would have returned home after 2-3 weeks of wandering about. All welcome, preferably just one other!

The metaphorical dust had settled over the Rise once again, yet as Watcher's paws churned through the snow in pursuit of a distant porcupine, her mind churned as well. She was a picture of focused intent on the outside, but on the inside, she was all scattered uncertainty.

If she had learned anything in the past three months, it was that stability within the Redtail Rise pack was fleeting. It was a past commodity she could no longer take for granted. Scratch that; her whole life had been one upheaval after another, only she had been too young to recognize them sooner. The latest incident between Masquerade and New Snow was only another chink in the Rise's battered armor.

Watcher didn't realize how distracted she was by these considerations until she came to the edge of a stream and lifted her head, surprised. Not only was she unsure how she came here, but the scent of the porcupine was nowhere to be found. She gave a snort and lowered her head to lap at the water where the ice had been broken, frowning to herself and whisking her tail uneasily behind her.

It had been refreshing to roam, but could she call herself a Watcher if she would rather be there than here? Was she more of a Roamer than she once thought?