Redtail Rise daffodil

Too much time had passed Carrion by. Too easily.

Repeated parental abandonment left her indifferent to the comings and goings of others. She knew she would remain. She was fine with it just being her and Rotgut, but she was often reminded of the other wolves — her siblings and packmates. At some point, she decided in was in her best interest to stop being so passive.

For now, anyway.

Just a brown smudge peeking from the treeline, she watched the oscillating daughter of Snow Mother and waited until Swooping Cloud was thoroughly lumped up with slush before making her approach. She slithered out into the open on her belly, yipping for the girl's attention.