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Redd had returned to the rise knowing that things had changed.  She was still Wealda, and would remain this way for now, but she had accepted that this was an act she upheld.  She pretended at Wealda until another sought the role.  When that moment came she would give it freely so long as the one challenging did so for the good of the pack.  She would not fight for a thing she did not truly own.

She was quietly diligent on the borders and worried about the health of the pack.  So far Moon Runner's condition had not spread, but she waited anxiously for the younger woman's recovery and the assurance that things would be well.  There was little to do aside from hunting and fretting.

Druid's call was a surprise and a welcome excuse.  It had not been long, and she knew better than to wander so far so soon.  This call came from nearby, however, and there was no reason not to hear what needed said.  Even if she had not wanted to for her own reasons.

Redd approached at a loping run, slowing when she got near and greeting Druid with her ears erect and her tail waving.  After their previous meeting she did not worry about keeping her distance and immediately pressed her muzzle lightly to her shoulder and side, taking in the scent of the places she had been and the state of things for her.  The clean scents of the wilds, but the sour touch of sickness too.  She let out a small whine of concern as soon as she recognized it, ignoring the goose for the moment.  Did she need a Haelend as well?