Redtail Rise the colloquy of monos and una

New Snow had seen no difference between themselves and the wolves of the Rise. Were they not all one? She had built her family here, the same as Red Woman.

New Snow upon the Rise. Mountain Boulder of the Rise. He had brought her here. He too has reared his cubs here. 

And their cubs and those of Red Woman had each grown up here. New Snow mouthed at her mates jaw. This was their land, too—it would not be the first time Wealda left. It mattered only what he thought of it all.

New Snow loved Red Woman as a sister and Wolverine as a daughter. But she wondered with all of the young growing to adulthood if it was now their own time to disperse. She did not have the wish to be Wealda herself; she was meant to follow, not lead. 

But between sister and daughter, New Snow was torn. Again she noses Mountain Boulder. She lets out a series of low whiffs and growls. I want to howl at the moon. I want to chase our prey. I want to have more children with you, and continue to raise the ones that remain, young, adopted cubs among that… if needed. 

Though maybe they had been outgrown.