Redtail Rise the promise of youth

Daughter the wilderness had brought her, when it had taken one away; son by blood, taken by said wilderness. He, at least, was old enough to survive it. He had been taught well by both, and by pack; New Snow did not worry. New Snow demonstrated this in the soft licks to his brow. He is strong, she knew. He knew it as well, she had no doubt of that.

And then she took the furs and dangled them before their daughters. One took to it, and tugged willfully with new teeth. The other, for now, watched, though waddled closer. New Snows eyes were bright with her amusement, and her pride. Play, for now; they still enjoyed their mothers milk, and had not yet prompted her for meat. But should one poke at the side of her muzzle, this is what would be provided.