Redtail Rise cinereous

Things continued to change and shift, despite the settling. Redd paced the borders proudly, but within her burgeoned an unease that was becoming more and more unwelcome. Her desire to hold Wealda, and her confidence in this claim, seemed to flicker and fade with each day that passed.

Others came and went as they needed, but she remained, silently left to wonder if it was more fracturing or a simple scouting. Each time she waited to find if they would not return, the paranoia eating at her. She did not like doubting. She seemed to do nothing else.

Her sister essentially paired, if not officially, strong and firm and ready to bring in new blood. Something she had not wanted… and the only reason Redd had stood before her. She did not like the resentment that lay within her for this either. Masquerade had made clear that her loyalties were present, but Redd was sure this would change when children came. Especially if she was still mateless and without children of her own.

Tulimaq was an option that she considered. He was older, inconsistent, prone to wander. She was not sure yet if she would grant it.

She no longer knew what she wanted.

For stability in the pack she had given up the stability of her own life within it. It was a trade she no longer wanted. It was a trade she could not take back. Redd picked up her pace, sprinting a course parallel with the rise. She should have allowed things to fracture. She should have remained silent.