Redtail Rise way of the wilds

Moon Runner is given an opportunity to take his scent. He is a wild thing, not yet fully imbued with the Rise’s bespoke fragrance, and notes of softwoods, high alpine peaks, and boggy rivers cling to his furs. It reminds her of hunting with Father beyond the borders and she wonders if Rolling Thunder would choose to become a guardian or hunter.

She shook her pelt to release any remaining heebie-jeebies and her mouth opened into a calm pant to convey her new acceptance of him. Her ears cup forward when Rolling Thunder found an interesting trail. Moon Runner mimics him and smells the acorns among the decaying foliage. But what did it mean?

Her head cocked, curious.