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Redd listened patiently, the only movement she displayed a slow flicking of her tail as she considered the things Druid said and tried to make sense of them.  None of these things were negative, and all of them made sense.  Redd felt drawn here too, and if Druid felt that same comfort in her company, then this made the red wolf glad.

She still got the sense that this meant more.  Courting and choosing Gavrel had been simple.  Wealda had wanted him for the promise of the future he could bring her, strong and caring, and the things she had seen in him that echoed her mother’s choice.  Redd had wanted him because he cared.

Druid cared, but offered none of the future a mate would bring.  Redd did not know if courting was her intention, but this was what a token meant to her.  Instinctually a mate provided, and as she was neither pack nor indebted, it was the only explanation.  

There was a way to know.  She allowed her eyes to meet Druid’s two-toned gaze for a moment, but the challenge she offered wasn’t for rank.  The ripple that traveled down her spine was not dissimilar from what she had felt the day she’d claimed Gavrel, and she drew closer with a low rumble, her chin raised.  She wished to see if, and how, Druid submitted.  She was not pack - she did not need to.  There was no violence in Redd’s approach.  Only silent invitation.

Wealda had no reason for this joining.  Redd did not know why, but she was drawn to discover, and she let this instinct take the fore.