Redtail Rise serenade

A familiar scent on the wind. And for New Snow, who had not assumed the role of the Wealda except to step in as an additional caretaker when needed (more instinct than desire to take the role of Caru). Her tail waved wildly behind her in a helicopter-like fashion. New Snow could scarcely wait to welcome the she-wolf home in the manner of a wolf, and of family. 

She stepped closer to exchange scents and to lick submissively at the Red Woman’s chin. She was brought back to a time long ago—when Mother had been gone for prolonged periods of time in search of food before she could travel with her. 

The stretch of time did not seem so different, to the time blind New Snow. What mattered to the scarred white she wolf was that she was back again. She sought to exchange a happy look with Blood Spot, glad to see the girls mother returned.