Redtail Rise slate

Despite her question in what she would expect returning, her joy at seeing a familiar face was quick and apparent.  Masquerade was an instant reminder of home; they were pack, safety, family.  Redd greeted them with affection, nosing and taking in the scents of the Rise.  Finally home.

Worse for wear, she did not dare cross the scent line until welcomed.  A hunter who strayed could not guarantee welcome; her absence had been long.  They would be justified in questioning her ability, even more with the state she came in now.  Redd only cared now about Masque, that they were well and seemed unchanged.