Redtail Rise He works at Mr. Cacciatore’s down on Sullivan Street

She had thought that Wolverine had come to lead, through the show of Mountain Boulder, who had acted out the scene with her before their cubs in a playful tussle that had plenty of meaning. New Snow understood; New Snow had felt pride. So it was strange to hear the call of Red Woman, elevating another. But New Snow presumed it had occurred in a way that most did; another rank scuffle.

It was not uncommon, and so New Snow was unbothered by it. While she worried after Wolverine, who was as a daughter to her, New Snow knew she was as strong as she was fierce. And if she were truly hurting, Wolverine would come to say hello. For her own part, New Snow did not range far from her cubs; with the tensions what they were, New Snow knew how sometimes the young could get involved in unfortunate ways.

And she and Red Woman raised their brood near enough to one another where it felt unwise to wander far, now.

She heard the call of her daughter. New Snow listened, ears pricked, and noted that the call was not so far from the rendezvous. She waited for Mountain Boulders return from his hunt to heed it, keeping their cubs between them. But as they came closer, New Snow had the sense that something was awry. She sniffed, and looked around for danger, peering to Mountain Boulder before then looking to Wolverine with her soft eyes, hardened only by the umbrella of their maternal edge, which Wolverine herself too stood beneath.

New Snow loosed a grumble that seemed to ask, what is wrong?