Redtail Rise new moon

The she-wolf could not stand.  Wealda grasped her scruff and, with New Snow’s help, carried her to the stream’s edge.  There was a place with shade and cool earth still, but also in reach of the water.  Moon Runner had lost weight already; Wealda found it easier to move her, yet took no comfort in this.

Redd whined low and nudged Moon Runner’s muzzle encouragingly, wetting the tip of her muzzle and willing her to drink.  The blood of hunt lead was strong.  The pack needed her strength as well.

If Caru was here, then Berserker or her sister was likely watching the den.  Wealda noted this silently, but her focus was mainly held to her ailing hunt sister.  There was little else she could do.