Redtail Rise tonight we make the trojans pay

In the not so distant future, Roamer would fail to keep this promise. She would go further and further, never with the intention to leave for real, only with the intention to find those who had gone. The not knowing would be a barb in her heart that dug in deeper and deeper until one day she did not return to the Rise, but wandered further still in search of answers, and away in the wrong direction.

For now, Redd could count upon her to do her duty. She accepted it with a whiplash of her tail and a downward flick of her snout, falling willingly into step with the Wealda. As Ulfr, it was her job to monitor the herds and creatures of the Rise, but to this she could easily add vigilance.

Sensing in Redd's gaze that she ought to say something of her time away, Roamer gathered her thoughts. There are packs in the valley, she shared, but none close. I did not get near enough to learn anything, but I see no threat in them. The one wolf had straight up abandoned her in tracking deer, clearly disinterested in the possibility of a meal, and the other would have drowned in the snow if not for her. Having assumed these wolves belonged to the valley packs, her conclusion was that those packs housed wolves of a particularly unintelligent sort.

No threat to Redtail Rise from wolves too stupid to value their own survival.