Redtail Rise splatter

Someone calls.  Wealda attends, approaching in a manner that gives no welcome, only questions.

Her guard drops only partially when she realizes they come from her sister’s claim.  She would be friendlier on neutral ground, but here she must still stand firm in their boundaries.  Welcome was for pack alone.

Still, she is curious, and tilts her raised head in a welcome to explain.  It is likely that he is here with a message.  She would hear it.