Redtail Rise LXIV

Moon Runner shuffled towards Wealda and swept her low, wagging tail against her hocks. She licked at the older woman’s jowls in a happy, deferential greeting as if to reestablish her place beneath their superior’s rank.

It was then Father zeroed in on the stale scent of Blood Spot and Rolling Thunder. Moon Runner’s ears swiveled uncertainly. Had the new pair gone off to chase the herds as she had once done? Had something happened to them?

Moon Runner had always felt Rolling Thunder’s presence to be a premonition. It was why she thought of him like an advancing storm.

She, too, sniffed at the spot to acknowledge Father’s point and blinked. Would the couple’s return stir the pot once again? Would they fall back into place? Or would they even return at all?