Redtail Rise the sleeper

more will come, she thinks—she hopes—but a small, solid core forms around her call, and she gazes at all of them with pride and fondness. their voices add to her song, and it rings out for several glorious moments before fading into the cool air.

Augur and his family are among them. she notices their reticence; understandable.

to the man, she dips her head, and says, quietly but firmly: Ulfhedinn. so be it—if he wants the rank, still.

she gives a gentle look to New Snow and their daughter, then turns to her own children, running her chin along the tops of their heads in affection. 

weariness tugs at every fiber of her being, but she will remain awake until all remaining wolves make their presence known.

sleep can wait.