Redtail Rise champagne

Few things changed for Wealda following her claim of mateship. She continued her days in protection and in providing, sometimes alone, other times accompanied by packmates.

The change came with her rest. Before she would sleep alone, joined only when @Carrion chose to grace her presence on occasion. She had always welcomed the company but did not mind the solitude, for she knew that the pack breathed around her.

Now, each time she settled, she did so alongside @Gavrel. If he did not find her first, she would always seek him out to finish the day tucked companionably against him. She felt no need to declare what transpired; this change would speak on its own.

As she paced the woods near the edge of the rise’s bounds, her mind dwelt on spring. A duty once abandoned, now a renewed concept she was not certain she would even be given opportunity to explore. Nature would decide, just as it decided all things.

Still, as she tracked a pheasant’s trail, the thought remained a distracting notion. A few grains of sand in an otherwise oiled machine.