Redtail Rise blood born

He was restrained.  This was the wise decision, and she had expected it, but her defensive instinct showed that she had not been entirely certain.  This spar could have easily escalated to blood.

Redd stood and shook snow from her pelt, pausing only to lip at the bridge of his muzzle in appreciation.  Nothing was certain right now, but when the time came, she knew that he would be a consideration.  She would not be taking multiple partners in the way her mother had.  There would perhaps be competition; he had a good start.

She would leave him to go and mingle with others.  He was welcome to follow if he wished.