Redtail Rise thirty degrees farenheit

The love that New Snow bore Wolverine was maternal in nature. Perhaps it was because her own daughter had been lost to her, or perhaps it had been the age that the dark-furred girl had come to them. Regardless, Wolverine was becoming a woman now. A yearling, but strong. She had survived Winter with the Rise and come out stronger for it.

New Snow commended the girl happily with a warm rumble, and offered to her the gift by waving it in the air enticingly before her. And then she placed it to the earth and happily nudged it towards her.