Redtail Rise Mama, if that's movin' up

Distraught, the sullen girl returned to the scene of the inciting incident, the place where she had last seen Augur. She didn’t want to feel alone, and out of everyone in the pack, he and New Snow brought the most comfort to her mind at this moment, if only because she knew they could not talk or harangue her. She was eager to curl up in either of their presences and sleep this terrible day away.

She had expected a need to track him down from his last known location, but he was still there… along with practically everyone else.

Carrion hesitated, her body shuddering for what seemed like the millionth time today. She was the first blood-Redtail here, if not the only one who would show, and she looked first to Lilia with confusion contorting her face. The divide here seemed clear. Though Carrion had considered all wolves of this pack to be Redtail, she now realized that those born of Avicus and those who had come here through other means were at odds with one another.

Her eyes trailed to her pied cousin, who looked even more disturbed than usual, and then she looked to Sun Stone who practically oozed uncertainty over the strangeness in the air. It was a disquieting sight to see of the usually upbeat wolf-girl. Carrion related to her instantly.

The deaf girl was here too, and unfortunately so was New Snow, which meant that she would find no company or comfort elsewhere in this time of strife. Heaving a sigh, she approached the group in a downtrodden slink.

This issue mattered little to her, though it had obviously wrought a great deal of stress upon her and everyone else here. In her eyes, no matter who was in charge, she would still be one of the lowest rungs of the ladder with no foreseeable intention to change this. Both Lilia and Avicus had abandoned her (or planned to, in the former’s case) and Carrion saw no reason to support either party.

She came and flopped down prone before the group, like a dog who had just gone on a very arduous run. She yawned and licked her lips in an effort to relieve stress, and her tail flicked with evident irritation. The river is split by a rock, she announced in a cryptic mutter, not looking to anyone as she shrugged, dismissive of the entire debacle.

But the rock will crumble, eventually. This strife would not last. Nothing did.