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

New Snow watched the faces around her, and soon enough she got the gist. Licking her chops, New Snow shook the tension out from her furs and sent dirt and dust flying. Now knowing her own cubs weren’t in imminent danger, New Snow drew nearer to Wolverine to exchange scents with her.

Indeed, no scent of the one that had been elevated; New Snow looked to Mountain Boulder and huffed her discontent, and saw and heard from him his answer. 

Yes, he must challenge; New Snow turned to look to Wolverine, knowing she understood. 

And the one with her, her partner? New Snow saw the way he stood beside her, and her eyes were alight as they swung toward Wolverine with approval. New Snow did not know his heart, but she saw in him a strong spirit. 

He was her family, then, as Wolverine was her daughter; New Snow drifted nearer to him to bump her own hip against his, rumbling contentedly. She crooned a note of congratulations, moving back to Mountain Boulder and their daughters. 

Perhaps they would go to search now, but she could not go with them. If they wished to linger for a time, New Snow would permit them—she slid into a playbow, and snapped impishly at the two tiny bodies with them who were quick to dive beneath their father for protection!