Redtail Rise fulvous

There was new, young life in the Rise and Redd stalked the borders as jealously as any mate.  She marked them clearly and ensured no crossings… any creature who presented even a mild threat would meet her fangs.  Today she had encountered a fox slipping through the undergrowth.  Its body now hung from her jaws as she continued her path.

The Berserker was gone, searching for ones disappeared.  Wanderer was off doing the same.  She had promoted those within to help instill unity, but instead, the pack still felt scattered.  Divided.  Unwhole.  Her anxieties had not settled, driving her aggression alongside instinct.

If she mated, had children, it would help them to unify.  Help them to strengthen.  But no mate had been found to be worthy.  Until one desired her, and she him, she would forever be lacking as Wealda.  A shade of the memory of her mother.

Redd growled, clenching the nape of the fox even harder as her jaw tightened.  She would defend.  She would provide.  At least she could ensure the legacy of her Ulfhedinn.