Redtail Rise We all see the door, hoping it'll open something in a major way.

Riley’s gaze rested somewhere neutral, but he tried to study Redd’s face for any context. He was not a contemplative wolf; he wore his feelings openly, and raised his voice seldom.

Still, the perpetual instability of the Rise bothered him. As a pack creature, it sunk into his skin and made him apprehensive of the future.

Perhaps Redd would be the new successor to usher in peace in an otherwise tumultuous pack. Riley thought of Ancelin and his mate. Every month, the Rise faced a new problem. He struggled to remember if Easthollow had been the same.

There were a thousand invisible schisms crawling along the Rise. It was anyone’s guess which footfall would cause them to snap.

He sensed a finality in Redd, and had no interest in countering. Alright. It was a small glimpse into her perspective, but it was enough.

He made a motion to break camp with a slow wave of his tail and shift of his shoulders. Enjoy the fox.