Redtail Rise emerald

New Snow hated when the sky snarled and roared like the long-clawed, sharp-toothed creatures of mountains. In the open tundra of the north, there had not been any. She was introduced to them on her journey to the Teekons, but fortunately it had not been her taken out by the beastly thing.

But at least one could prepare for this. The weather was no ambush predator; she could smell it, almost taste it. The air was charged.

It was by happenstance the place New Snow was nearest to was where Red Woman's daughter was, too; New Snow picked up her pace with the sway of her tail, a little happier for the company. New Snow chuffed a greeting, her light-footed step perhaps announcing her even before that.