Redtail Rise tuscany

It was comfortable there, her cheek resting on blonde fur, curled together in a quiet moment.  Redd was not standoffish, but despite the closeness she felt with the pack, there was a distance now.  Wealda could not risk deference, and the balance had been hard to strike.  Gavrel did not seem to require this.

She did not know what was different and did not seek to question it.  She simply did what felt right.

At length he nipped at her ear in warning, then sprang up.  She tried to catch him lightly in return but was too slow; she would need to follow.  Redd let out a low playful whuff, then rose in pursuit.