Redtail Rise XLI

Father had returned. There was a commotion. A call.

Saturday’s Sunset followed her Mother, but never left the safety of her side. Instead, she placed herself between New Snow’s forelegs and observed the crowd from between the twin pillars of white.

She was too young to grasp the events, but even a babe so young could read the room. She was two months old, and the sense of sadness and distress ebbed into her.

A sad thing, the spirit said.

Then, their Caru turned to leave. Sunset’s body moved a little as if she did not want them to go.