Redtail Rise raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

New Snow smiled as she watched her daughter, so young and so full of life. Other names came to mind, but none yet had stuck. As she burrows deep, New Snow does not yet emerge to strike.

Instead she watches the hunt. She does what most would do outside of the territory—wait until the hunt was finished, then go for the quarry. If there was any to be had!