Redtail Rise Spirit of Tara

New Snow came also to the place that the young Blood Spot went for the same reason. Change was in the air, and New Snow anticipated that with it would be more young come Spring. Her own spirits were not so terribly high in proestrus herself; she was sore, sorer than she had been even upon her return home. She was not yet receptive to contact from her man, and seemed content to keep away from the rest.

But she delivered things all the same. The hitch in her gait was improving by the day. With rest came recovery. New Snow brought to the cache something she had not the stomach to finish. Half-eaten, New Snow would bury the rest for the packs leader to enjoy. It was relatively fresh. Of the two, Blood Spot brought the better gift.

New Snow kicked dirt back over the place she had delivered the well sized portion. And then she sat, lifting her leg to self groom. The swelling she noted was the area of most aggravation, and when she heard Blood Spot approach New Snow paused, stood, and shook out her furs. New Snow moved to greet the girl, and though her tail wiggled happily it clung tightly to the region that was then most vulnerable.