Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

She didn’t answer, but watched him carefully, taking his measure with a likely unnerving intensity.  He appeared to be young but already stood taller than she, carrying a heft and athleticism that she’d lost in recent months.  He appeared to be confident in this place; the signs of a practiced hunter, with no nervousness that betrayed doubt.

With her decision made, Redd tipped her head in acknowledgement, and her tail fell to swinging low as she stepped forward and waited.  He would lead her in this hunt.  A few months ago she would have reserved this only for those of the Rise, but she knew how to recognize her own limitations.  It would take time for her to relearn the herds and hiding places for the prey that remained.