Redtail Rise XVIII

two wolves, dressed in snow, and Prophet near their periphery.

still rankled by goings-on across the Rise, she padded down the slope, having barked to Ashlar to watch her brood. she finally appears in front of the two, fiery and imperious, chin lifted in query.

who, she barks, and it's @Prophet that she addresses, for she knows Augur doesn't have words and she doesn't trust the newcomer to speak for herself.

a new wolf. and the womanly smell escapes her.

oh, she's in for it.