Redtail Rise Spirit of Tara

New Snow could recognize the universal word of den, and more importantly the name of the son of herself and Mountain Boulder. She seemed to consider the question, and thought of how her son worked now to make his own space. New Snow sniffed quietly, turning around and digging a little deeper within, before she turned and looked back to Blood Spot.

And then she took two steps away, lowering her head as her wolfish brows lifted when she looked away. An invitation to be followed, though she sensed Blood Spot would first need to either eat or bury the thing she had brought. New Snow shifted her weight and waited.