Redtail Rise A rose by any other name

Patrolling seemed to be the young Alpha's life now. It was tedious work and admittedly it bored the crap out of her, but it had to be done, at least until the pack was properly well-established. The first few months were critical. Saena may not have liked patrolling, but having decided she needed to be a Warden in order to be an effective Alpha, she resigned herself to the inevitability that the rest of her life would be spent on patrol and tried to find ways to enjoy it.

Today, that meant skipping. Wolves were not designed to skip, however, so the result was an extremely clumsy, almost bow-legged hopping gait that made Saena look several notches low on the intelligence scale. An onlooker would've pegged her immediately as a weakling and would've probably sought to extinguish her, but there were no onlookers. None had bothered the Redtail Rise pack, a fact for which she was utterly grateful, especially today.

She'd managed to make it five whole skip-steps without stumbling when Reek's voice rose into the air, edged with a new sort of excitement. The Alpha female was almost over-the-moon glad for a reason to abandon her newest border patrol game. She doubled back and loped over her own trail, missed Reek and Wynter by about a half mile, then caught their scent drifting on the breeze and located them from their rear shortly after.

There was a new charged atmosphere between them that was strangely infectious, so the Alpha female was broadly smiling when she said, "hey guys, what's crackin'?"