Redtail Rise champagne

A run required no decisions, no push and pull or even enthusiasm.  To run alone was freedom, but to run with pack was to touch the very heartbeat of the thing she held most sacred.  Redd’s hesitance vanished and Wealda answered his invitation, nipping playfully at him in grateful camaraderie as she ran past, then allowing their paces to meet.

There was little utility in worry.  These things reminded her why Wealda was.  This was all she truly needed.