Redtail Rise entombed

It was his to choose.  She did not argue, though in her own mind, family was pack.  When Masque departed the Rise she had chosen a new family.  Blood did not call to her the way it did him.

She would not stop him, nor would she shift his responsibilities.  If he could not do both then the pack would question this themselves; until then, all had been agreed.

Impassive externally, though within, doubt.  Sorrow.  She wanted to believe him, but in this moment, she could not.  If his loyalty were here he would stay, but still, blood called to him.  She would not be surprised if he did not return.

A nod of acceptance, dismissing both of them, before she would turn and depart.  Wanderer had not returned either.  Of Avicus’ children only she and Carrion would remain.  Even if this was temporary, it did leave her feeling strangely bereft.  She would spend some time in the quiet to let it pass.