Redtail Rise tonight we make the trojans pay

Redd was brief and direct in her investigation, which calmed Roamer's nerves. There was no indication the Wealda disapproved of her time away from the pack. In turn, she felt further trust bloom for her elder sibling's judgment. A strong pack was one that stuck together, but there were times when even pack would wander. Holding it against them did little to deter it; in fact, it sowed further discord to push others further away.

Roamer dared to lift her eyes to the Wealda's face in time to see the change in expression, the softening at the corners of her pale eyes, the slant of her brows that spoke of sadness. Roamer's own gaze flitted anxiously over Redd's before landing somewhere in the region of her nose. She understood, and yet there was no possible way she could. The weight of this role now was Redd's to bear. It was not something she could relate to, but seeing her sister's stance falter, she wondered if this was how Ulfhedinn had felt all this time.

Much had changed and would continue to change. That was the nature of Redtail Rise. They had not seen much true stability in Roamer's lifetime, and for that, Redd could not be blamed. She was not present for most of it, but she was here now, doing what she could. To convey this, Roamer gave her body a quick shake, dispelling her lingering tension and inviting a more casual atmosphere, before nudging the Wealda's chin with the tip of her snout. You are here, she said. That is enough.

She gave her whiskers a twitch, distracted momentarily by the scent of a passing squirrel. Then she licked her chops. I will stay close now. She still felt she was more of a Roamer than a Watcher at present, with an interest in casting a wider net over the resident prey, but she could keep her roaming close to home. There was no reason not to remain within earshot of the Rise, not now knowing she could trust Redd to prioritize stability.