Redtail Rise Mama, if that's movin' up

Their daughter had come to them. New Snow mouthed at her forehead with maternal affection. New Snow showed to her daughter the changing leaves. Spring was not yet due, and yet perhaps it still inspired all that transpired this day. 

New Snow watched a leaf fall. This tree was nearly bare. Change, New Snow grumbled. But it was not a thing to fear—only a part of life. The faces of her daughters life would change. Hierarchy would change. The seasons, the moon and its phases—what her daughter experienced now was one of her life’s first, most drastic of changes. 

The hunter recalled her own. When a sister was chased out for flirting with a strange man one too many time. Too many mouths to feed—mother could not support sister and the cubs she might have, and it had turned to blows. 

No resentment or anger once it was done. It was the way of the wolf. New Snow sighed. If she was pack mother, then perhaps she herself had been Wealda—though in dominance she had never acted the part. She had no wish or design for it. 

And as she gazed to one of her own daughters, new blood of the Rise, she knew it was perhaps she or any of her sisters who stood to lead someday, and as another born to the rise, why not? 

The birthright of their blood was to live a wild life, however they pleased. Alpha. Omega. As long as they were happy. 

New Snow moved to exchange breaths with the boy that was her son through love of Wolverine, and her daughter. No matter the outcome, she would ever be connected to them. Her gaze switched to Mountain Boulder.