Redtail Rise third,

a third? mountain boulder retreated from the den as not to stress new snow, but was intrigued and perhaps even worried, for this had not happened before.

yet he trusted in his mate's ability and also her willingness to communicate if something was amiss.

three!

the sweet perfume of milk stirred from the den, and the ulfhedinn purled a low note to new snow, tail thumping on the ground behind him.

he did not approach again, but sat tense and waiting to be invited closer.