Redtail Rise The Old Songs Are Waking

The Ulfr found Bloodspot easily, seeing her through the falling snow. Her tail waved slowly at the sight of her, and as the Caru closed the distance New Snow observed she was carrying something, which when offered New Snow was quick to accept. Her own plume remained low but its wave seemed to increase in speed, a sure sign of her own happiness. Her tongue rolled over her muzzle, all too ready to dig in, but New Snow first darted carefully over to Bloodspot and pressed her scarred muzzle beneath the Caru’s, rumbling a contented note. 

She was happy to be beneath Bloodspot. New Snow wanted it clear that she had no desire to overtake either she-wolf that she considered to be like a daughter to her. Placating licks were also distributed, her tail wave now a submissive gesture as her ears pressed atop her skull. Perhaps her own actions that day might have led the Caru to believe otherwise, but New Snow had not fought then for rank—only for her continued future here as mother, as provider.