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It was a title but also who she aspired to be.  In this moment it did not suit her.  Redd.  She gave her name quietly, then did not immediately follow with an answer.  She did not know how to proceed.

Redd wasn't sure.  She wanted to be Wealda, and for this there was only one way.  She had never considered what she wanted because in her mind, there was no choice.  She would find a mate, have children, and bring strength to the Rise.  She would continue the legacy of Wealda and assure that their ranks were bolstered by those loyal to the pack and bound by blood and kinship.

I want to be Wealda.  More than that, she wanted to be deserving.  This meant there was no alternative.

Surely the stranger understood.  In all packs, this was the way.  Unity came from those who commanded respect, and those who commanded respect did so by earning it.  Parents earned this right without question.  New Snow's claim, should she make it, would overwhelm her own in an instant.  Redd would not even fight for it.  She would know the truth too well to try.

It might not matter.  She had no children and her mate was gone.  If she did not find another, and he did not return, then next year would be no different.  She did not think she could stand another year in that shame.  If her body betrayed her once more, and submitted to those more worthy, then she would do the same.  She would be Wealda no longer.