Redtail Rise gunmetal

New Snow listened. Unlike years ago, when first she had joined, she could understand more—not always words, but tone was something she had become well versed in. To match it to a scent truly was what made her confident in landing such thoughts. This here was something serious—and New Snow knew well that Blood Spot had not returned to them, though she did not worry after the capable she-wolf. It was about that time where one of her age and maturity might disperse. 

To New Snow, it was not an upheaval; it was a part of life. Perhaps one of her daughters might go the following year, once they came into season—but she hoped that they would remain, for as long as life permitted. 

One daughter lapped at her chin, and New Snow crooned a low note. It felt a natural thing for her to step into the role that had been left behind—and to teach the youth of parenthood, of rearing the young and raising them to success, as she had with her man all these years. New Snow was in no state to fight for it, but she stood tall (and round) next to her mate then. 

It was not so much a literal step forward as it was a clear gesture that New Snow was adapting. She was as much a caretaker as she was a hunter—perhaps moreso, with her months in the whelping den. And the late Wealda had been as good a leader in that place as she had been outside of it, producing a strong legacy. 

Any one of them could turn into the next role that needed filling—she was not the only adaptable wolf within the Rise! Her golden gaze was proud as she peered at the family present, counting those that came from Avicus as her own. But her gaze turned to the young Shadow, and then to her daughter. Both capable. Both loyal. Both worthy. New Snow wondered if either of them felt prepared or equipped—or if perhaps with this latest change, they too might wish to go their own way.

anyone can totally dominate NS—full consent given for that power play if you’d prefer the role of Caru for your character!