Redtail Rise metanoia

Like a long shadow, Sunset crept towards the blood-soaked soil. Despite its age, the scent had not deteriorated much – mixed with potent pheromones of near-death fear. Goosebumps, born by a sense of danger, created piloerection of Sunset’s blonde hackles from shoulder to tail.

Sunset’s tongue passed over her nose to whet its leather. The smell intensified. Quickly, like a bitten animal, she withdrew and began to skulk suspiciously around the scene with her head slung low.

Then, a chuff and a bark. Sunset recognized the voices of the Rise’s Beserkr and Sister Sunrise. Quickly, she cantered over to meet them – a yap of her own in return. A kiss on the chin for Wolverine, a head-bump for Sunrise. She shook out her pelt as if to shake off the stress.

We are okay, the spirit says.

She nibbles nervously at Saturday Sunrise’s pelt and looks to Wolverine before her gaze returns to the death-spot.