Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

Redd moved in easily to feed off of the kill, knowing there was more than enough and no need to fight over the spoils.  Enough even for them both to take what they could carry and leave the rest to the carrion birds already flocking around.

There was power in this wolf; cooperation too.  As they parted ways, she would offer an invitation with her final look, a silent bid for him to join her and follow her to the rise.

She had no means to convince him aside from the prowess they had shared.  For her, this was enough; his own decision depended on his unknown loyalties.  Either way, she would remember him favorably should their paths cross again.