Redtail Rise howl

skippable again since all is well!

A proud rumble comes from her throat as her daughter tests and realizes that she is alright. An amused sparkle was in her own eye, though not at the girls expense. New Snow faux limped a few steps and let out a whuff as she placed her own paw against the earth. 

To get hurt was a normal thing, not always fatal—it would happen sooner or later, and it was best now her daughter understand and though it hurt it need not be feared. The boy, too, would see it before he darted away. New Snow moved back to where she had been in the first place, sliding to lay on her stomach and resting her muzzle on a foreleg. This heat was miserable, and the best thing to do was wait it out—but she would hunt this evening, she idly decided.

New Snow lifted her head as the boy returned with a stick, moving to nibble at the dirt between her paw pads with eyes that smiled.