Redtail Rise probability

Moon Runner loped after Father until they arrived where the Earth and its flora had been churned. Evidence of a fight. Moon Runner felt her pale hackles lift along her spine as her nose gingerly extracted scents from the scene.

Blood Spot and a stranger had engaged in blows. Dried blood was on the grass. The strange, repulsive spittle made the young wolf’s lips curl. This hadn’t been a normal altercation.

The weight of Father’s voice meant volumes. Moon Runner studied Nova Peak’s shape carefully – the place Wealda and Tall Shadow had gone.

Though Blood Spot had dispersed, her family ties with Wealda and Tall Shadow had not been severed. If she was injured, they went to her aide.

Why? the spirit reflected. The pale girl’s wild way did not understand.

Yet, Moon Runner had become loyal to their golden-eyed Wealda. Their leader had kept the Rise together when it threatened to crumble. She, alone, had brought peace to their ranks. We are pack, she had once said… and the sentiment carried beyond words.

If Wealda chose this path for the Rise, then Moon Runner felt compelled to follow. To help.

She took a step forward and whined, conflicted by her place in it all.