Redtail Rise I-1

A scent, relatively unfamiliar, came on the wind. Stiffening, the bristling Berserkr paused to assess the it, running her pink tongue over her nose, before she decided how best to approach the wolf, whose scent teased and awakened her memory. The girl had wandered off over a month ago, leaving behind those who had cared for her in her youth. Lilia, a wanderer herself, had silently understood the young one's need to roam, and having survived on her own in the wild at such an age, she hadn't been terribly concerned. 

Nevertheless, Wanderer was a welcome sight at the borders, though the deep red of her eyes called to mind the eyes of her father, whose memory still remained as a thorn in Lilia's side. With a gruff growl, she approached, bristling fondly at the sight of the Bjern who had grown into a fine Toweard since her departure. She would be greeted with whiskers pushed forward, an invitation to exchange scents and become familiar once more.