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

He didn’t argue, but there was little warmth or acceptance in him.  Redd did not know how to navigate this in order to better know him, nor did she understand what he needed from her.  So her only response was a quiet Thank you.  Typically she wouldn’t have voiced it, but she felt she couldn’t end this entirely in silence.

In that moment, her grief for Avicus was overwhelming.  She would have known what to do.  She would have met Riley with confidence, asserted herself, and such a thing would have made sense because it was so much who she was.  Redd was choosing a different path, but she still deeply mourned the one left behind.  She wondered if her mother had felt this wall of isolation between herself and the others of the pack, a constant mistrust that seemed insurmountable at times.  Redd would never have the opportunity to ask.

Feeling somewhat forlorn in a way that was hard to describe, Redd picked up the fur and moved to depart.  She had nothing more to say and assumed this mutual; she would find a place to mourn, alone, with the fox pelt nestled like a security blanket beneath her chin.

he’s welcome to stop her, otherwise this seemed like a good place to wrap!