Redtail Rise Light Creates Shadows

Junior had spent the day exploring the territories surrounding Redtail Rise and returned now to scrounge up some supper and then get settled down for the night. As she climbed the ridge in search of a cache, she caught sight of a silhouette on the crest above her. She squinted, trying to identify the wolf. The sun reflected off a pair of bright orange eyes. I don't think I know you, the Zeta mused as she switched directions ever so slightly to climb toward the other wolf.

"Hey," a breathless Junior greeted when she scaled the rise and found herself standing in front of another spry black wolf. Except for their eyes, they could maybe pass for twins. Well, maybe not, Junior thought as her mismatched eyes traced over the other female's more alluring figure. She was curvier than the boxy, angular Junior.

Once she was able to regulate her breathing, Junior said, "I'm Jun—" Her voice cut off somewhat abruptly so it sounded like the word June. She really didn't feel like explaining her name right now. Glancing between the stranger and the sunset, she quipped, "I can't tell which is brighter: your eyes or the setting sun."