Redtail Rise they really think it can't get any worse

ghost settles back upon the junction betwixt her shoulders, talons prickling into the sensitive flesh there from previous perches. she ignores the pain, finding comfort in it now.

a brush of his beak against her ear, forces towhee's gaze to move from the pack wolf closest to her, to the one standing aways a bit. her heart falls a bit when she notes, immediately, that it is not the red woman that njord had described.

and she wonders if she has found the right pack despite that she'd followed njord's directions.

had redtail rise maybe relocated?

still, she has started her search here regardless and would see this meeting through at the very least, if they were not the redtail pack.

she watches, perhaps wearily, as he moves closer to her, closing the distance, not appearing to be concerned with her gift. though his posture is at ease and slowly, she relaxes her own, allowing him to take in her scent, as if he has realizes that speaking will get him no where.

it eases her own general frustration at meetings with strangers, and she inclines her own head to draw in his own scents: none of them familiar, but telling her basics about the pack.