Redtail Rise Rally

New Snow watched in silence. 

Her ears were pricked as she stood among the packs youngest, minding them and making sure the rest did as well. There was a missing piece to the Rise that New Snow was cognizant of, and she would not let any bids for leadership end in the genocide of any bloodline. 

She would protect Red Woman’s cubs like her own.

Many words, some understood but more not; she could understand best of all what was not said, however. New Snow padded over toward the Caru and huffed a warm, affectionate breath upon her cheek. She hoped to dispel some of that tension with a gentle nudge before moving toward the cubs. 

To Night Eye she went, sensing his unspoken discontent, and moved to nose his cheek as well. She stood over him, moving to groom the furs made unkempt by the Summers breeze. New Snow would not have Red Woman return to see her cubs not cared for; the Caru and herself would see to their care and wellbeing. 

New Snow looked among the crowd, the eyes lingering upon Wolverine—her other daughter—bright with pride. New Snow herself made no move for the role of Wealda, though should dissent occur she would do what she must to keep the peace to keep the cubs of the Rise safe. This was more instinct than ambition, New Snow was content with her role. 

Peering now at Mountain Boulder, there was only love in her eyes. 

He led them all well.