Redtail Rise aureolin

He was asleep. She could hear it thick in his voice and it caused some hesitation. Should she wait?

No. By morning this drive might be gone and in many ways she felt she needed this insight. She wished for the honesty and reflection that the night often brought, and the solitude of their shared sleeping space. She gave a soft sound of confirmation on her approach, then settled close, allowing her head and one forepaw to rest upon his back affectionately. But she did not close her eyes to sleep.

There was a call. She began, her unsureness present in the way she paused over words. She did not yet know the questions. Perhaps just beginning with her own truth first. She named me Wealda, before. Then changed her mind. The call was not to claim. Things are still… not right.

Redd did not mistrust her sister, but Wealda knew the pack’s discontent. This was her problem, and she stopped to allow him his own thoughts. The history she gave was not all of it, but it was the crux of what she believed the divide had been. The impetus of Masque’s departure had been her failed claim, no matter what she might have found as a truer reason afterwards.