Redtail Rise All Fired Up

The spirit and the cub grew together as one.

What is that? The cub asked.

Light! the spirit laughed. Do you see our mother?

Mother, the sunset child reflected fondly as her baby blue eyes looked upon New Snow for the first time.

What am I feeling? The cub wondered.

Love, the spirit replied.

Then, the days changed. A wren warbled her spring song outside.

What is that? the cub asked.

Sound, the spirit cooed. Music!

I like it, the cub giggled.

Time passed in the blink of an eye. April turned to May and May turned to June. The forest’s spring blooms were overtaken by the verdant green of summer. Saturdays Sunset acted more reserved than her rambunctious sister, who took on the world with zeal.

As the baby turned into a child, she found the spirit’s voice became quiet. Like a falling feather.

Today, a visitor. A light rain amplified the smell of blood before the Rise’s Caru made her appearance. Hungry, Saturday’s Sunset hurried forth but ceased at the den’s entrance, perplexed by the feeling of falling water on her nose.