Redtail Rise metanoia

The scent of blood seemed to have caught Sunset's attention, though she seemed relatively calm about it. She shook tension from her withers with a shake, though Sunrise seemed to express more concern. Lilia approached the area only to notice the few remaining clumps of fur, and the metallic scent the earth had inherited from spilled blood. She licked her lips, and turned back to the girls casually. 

Wolf's blood might've brought her more concern had she not been fairly certain she'd been the one who'd spilled blood in this very area. It was her role as Berserkr to protect the children from harm. She'd distracted the moose from Mulherin just days ago, and bore the pain of it with the pride of knowing she'd done her job. Now, the girls had found blood that had likely been spilled for their own protection. 

She blinke, the corners of her eyes and lips softened when she approached the siblings. She was receptive to Sunrise's alarm, but sought to soothe her with confidence. She uttered a low, crooning note; an echo of the ode she'd pledged to protect the pack.