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They were not far from her peak, but Redd still misliked it.  Despite knowing the strain it would put on her leadership, despite knowing the uncertainty it would put on Ulfhedinn’s family, she did not understand Masquerade’s insistence on a separate claim.  Just as she had not understood the lead hunter’s before.  They were stronger as one, and the Rise could have provided so that she need not worry.

She did not speak of this.  Masquerade had to know the truth of it, so Redd would continue to be in the dark as to why they chose as they did.

Keep them. Redd replied, nosing the rabbit.  They are yours.  The Rise had plenty of hunters and fewer pups this year.  She felt no spark of the season within her, even now with a mate.  The year had not been right for it, with all that had happened.  If insecurity had driven away her chance then perhaps this was for the best.  Nature would know when it was time for her to become a mother.

Recruit together.  Her eyes were worried as she looked at Masquerade, willing her sister to be cautious.  She pushed herself too hard, perhaps.  If she could not remain somewhere then she should at least ensure she was defended if anything happened.  The pack nearby seemed friendly, but who was to know if this was true?

The pack nearby.  Redd recalled this and held a thought, but would wait to share it.