Redtail Rise Mama, if that's movin' up

bumps of the muzzle and tiny kisses are gently offered to those who greet her, though she looks onward to her parents softly. mother shows her change, and father remains steadfast. however, everything else continues to change beneath her. the rise was turning, devolving even, and sunrise is left with the others to wonder what it all means. but perhaps it is nothing more than a leadership scuffle in her mind, there's no way something could split them... right?

oh, but blood was thicker than water for some, and that was the foundation of the rise to begin with. that was the legacy of shadow and his brother, of bloodspot and of all the other children of the wayward mother sunrise only met once.

she was not born to fear things, but this change rocked her stable boat. her affection runs deep between the wolves who have gathered her, and as her dying light eyes comes to meet their gaze, she begins to realize that something has gone awry. something remains quiet, and perhaps that is the scariest part -- the silence is deafening.

tenderly, she offers a brush of her muzzle to the unfamiliar girl, rumbling a soft note to her as a welcome, perhaps to even offer her own comfort in this time. she tries to think of something to call her internally but so far comes up with nothing.