Dawnlark Plains Prismacolor

Redd was met with stiffness but did not mind.  Her ear turned at the words, and while she did not feel an argument was necessary, she knew this was not true.  Redd had listened but had not agreed and the two were different acts.  Yet she understood.

Wealda has to lead all, she said softly.  It wasn’t an apology but it was as much as she knew to say.  There was no unity in the pack right now, and any who took up a leadership unearned in the eyes of all would fail.  Not for the first time, Redd felt a disconnect in understanding with the others her age, and wondered if it was simply her own inability to understand what drove them.

Redd only wished for leadership because she saw stability was possible in their future, but she could not see it now.  She wondered what it was her sister had wanted, what it was she herself had seen.