Redtail Rise blood born

The death hung heavy across most of the Rise. The pack would be reborn because of it; carrying the legacy of Avicus as far as it could. Tulimaq did not mourn the same way as these children. He had seen death come for Avicus and watched her life bleed away; that was all, and that was the end of it. An issumatar had fallen and in the aftermath the Rise would change.

Tulimaq thought of the spring. He thought of the many wolves here that were of-age, and what bounty might be found here if he stuck around through the season. Once he had been chosen by Avicus for this, and so again he thought, he might be seen for his strengths and be urged to pass them on.

There was also the Boulder, his Snow wife, and their loyalties. These were people Tulimaq found familiar for their bestial natures, and not so hard to map. He would keep an eye on each of them and see what might transpire. He thought of these things as he stalked the hills, ruminating as he passed by deer paths, watched birds flit out of the way, and spied the gradual tilting of the sun overhead.

Spring. It was all about spring.