Redtail Rise vermillion

He followed silently and she relaxed further, at a point weaving to touch her side to his without sound as they went. She would have understood but was glad not to be alone.

She was a willow in comparison to Avicus’ iron.  Her task was not to show this unless the pack needed her to bend.  Right now they needed her unyielding.

 She continued, knowing that soon her mother’s scent would disappear from these spaces entirely.  She drank it in while she could, committed it silently to memory, and did not linger.  They did not erase Wealda’s legacy.  They honored and secured it.

can be last from me!  <3