Redtail Rise pilgrim

Moon Runner heard Father’s voice and went to him.

She overflowed with joy! Quickly, they connected and the young hunter felt herself fall back into place; her place.

Moon Runner’s low tail swept side to side as she slung low and bounced with excited and erratic movements, kicking up snow. She kissed and nibbled at Father’s jaw while she whistled happy notes. I cannot contain my happiness! the spirit said.

It felt good to take in his familiar scent. Life in the wilderness had been novel. Educational. But it had been lonely and challenging. She shoved her nose into his ruff and found his scent had morphed. New places. New wolves. She was curious and excited to see how the Rise had fared, unaware of the difficulties the pack had recently faced.