Redtail Rise six weeks, five days

It was the sound of being followed that caused New Snow to slow. For the footfalls belonged to no adult. Different even than the sound of her own young, New Snow was reminded that even she was among the eyes that looked after the young here when she could range away. For a short time, she could do this, and did not shirk from the idea of looking after any other cub.

New Snow liked children. Leggy though this one was, their proportions were an indication of their age as they came into her line of vision. So the Clawan turned to meet them, tail wagging as she extended her muzzle to sniff at the boy (if he allowed her close) who was altogether new to her. He looked of the earth, brown-furred and golden-eyed.