Redtail Rise six weeks, five days

New Snow looked to the young one when they spoke with curious eyes. Much of their words she did not understand. She could comprehend perhaps three of them, and her ears twitched as they were said. Augur. This one was one she knew for her mate. The mention of him caused her to brighten, and her tail waved. Look was another, but it was attached to something she was not so certain about.

And so she grumbled, and gestured to the leaf-laden earth. How old was this one? Would they understand? A falling leaf twirled toward the earth beside her, and New Snow looked toward it before she sprang at it. Her mouth was gentle, but the leaf was brittle and some of it broke between her teeth. The action served the instinct she sought to follow... but also, her spirit of enjoying the day and having fun.

She threw her head with a huff. She imagined this one was too young to make a kill, but she did not know it. Either he would tell her, or she could find out! New Snow made way toward the rabbit trail she had noted, where the scat had been freshest. Would he follow, or return to the rendezvous? She paused long enough to see what he would decide.