Redtail Rise tuscany

He was suddenly less confident.  Redd continued to watch, not entirely comprehending, as he failed to elaborate.  At least she knew what it was to be without words.

To know about Redd.  Now when she spoke, she did not often speak as Redd.  Wealda was the one who needed words.  She was the one who needed to be known, to prove and bring confidence to others.  If there was room still for Redd, it was scarce.  The pack did not have need of her.

Redd is whatever they need.  And they need Wealda.  She delivered it with no tone of discontent, but the familiar unease rippled beneath.  They needed Wealda… but not necessarily her in the role.  She did not mean to sound as if the rank had been an imposition.  The truth had been insinuated regardless.