Redtail Rise bloodsnow

Redd watched him.  Sometimes faces were hard to read but his anger was sharp in all that was said.  With it, something clicked.

He did not feel it.  He was pack, yet he ran outside it, against them.

Redd’s ears tilted back and she let a soft voice from her throat, but this time it was contemplative.  Then she stood and moved closer, offering not challenge, but simple closeness.  If he felt apart she would seek to show, in this moment, he was not.  She could only do this if he wished it.