Redtail Rise fulvous

To her relief and answering joy, he followed without questions.  She let the tension of her own thoughts, and the worries of the moment, fall away into the simple pleasure of play.  It was not behavior that spoke of dignity or rank, but Redd was not a Wealda who could take this so seriously.  She treasured unity in the pack too much, and for the pack to be one, they needed fondness.  She found this most often this way.

She circled boulders and occasionally stopped to shift detection entirely, challenging him with her tongue lolling in a silent laugh.  When he caught her she switched to pursuit, turning the game into tag instead.

A loneliness that had grown since Ancelin’s departure began to ease.  Even Masquerade and she had not shared this easy kinship.  New Snow at times, Mountain Boulder others, but it was different in one her own age.