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red woman's word was final.

her children would support her. they would not stand against her edicts, as it should be. her blood and body had given them life.

mountain boulder had only wearied of flashed teeth and churning leadership. the rise now had peace and he wished it to be kept. it was why he had created this buffer space of neutrality.

thorn caller may have had no designs upon pups of their own at current, but nature was powerful. the grandchildren of wealda would be treasured. 

and he, all without words to say any of this. but his yellow eyes were soft when he glanced at thorn caller, and a lick to their own chin was further acceptance of their rank. their authority.

the sun was cold but bright as the pair crossed the border back into redtail.