Redtail Rise vermillion

Wealda now.

Her mother’s legacy lay heavy upon her shoulders, but Redd did not fear it. She had prevented further blood from falling upon the Rise’s snow. If any doubted, then they would challenge. If any were worthy, they would prove this to all.

Until that day, her time of solitude was over. She had been present in the pack lands since rejoining, but only recently regathered her strength. Today she ranged across the rise’s lower reaches and ensured no threats had entered in their time of mourning. Ensured the marks were thick and strong. We are here. We are not to be crossed.

She thought of the spring to come, and her duties then. She would seek a worthy mate among the rise and outside, for a strong partner would bring more fangs to bear here. Hælend was gone, dispersed and disloyal. If he returned she was not sure the Rise would welcome him easily. He had been weak when they needed strength.

They would need a new Hælend too. She considered this carefully as she eyed the bordering flats.