Redtail Rise tonight we make the trojans pay

From the trees came Redd, the Wealda's mere presence commanding Watcher to lift her head and lap stray droplets from her lips and whiskers. While there was nothing in her elder sister's stance or expression to suggest disapproval, a sort of authority was drawn in every line of her. Watcher had no choice but to let her come close and sample the scents on her pelt, not that she would have minded anyway.

She tucked her own head lower and angled her snout up to bump Redd's chin in a show of respect and deference. Her tail gave a low wag. She still believed Redd was the right wolf for Avicus' former rank, but that didn't mean she felt any less conflicted about Masquerade. She had always felt a strong sense of loyalty to the Caru and that had been shaken when Masquerade became the source of the Rise's continued instability, but she felt guilty for it. It felt like a betrayal to support Redd. Even now, she did not know how to feel about the Wealda.

She wasn't one to bandy words, especially amongst her similar-minded kin, so her explanation did not come in the form of her voice. Instead, it was a low whine eked out between her lips and the backward fold of her ears, the slight dip of her body toward the earth. The signs of a wolf who was nervous. I needed time. I am uncomfortable. It has been so tense.