Redtail Rise probability

Father was wise and Moon Runner was not.

The naivety of youth bade the young wolf to valiantly follow Wealda and their Berserker to Nova Peak, against the reality of her circumstance.

Though her spirit was strong, Moon Runner lacked the physical condition to help. She was recovering. Weak. A bag of bones. Plus, the pack had entrusted her with the role of Trēow. It was her duty to watch over and mentor the young… to keep their territory secure and the next generation safe from threats, physical or viral.

Her Ulfhedinn shared these perspectives without command. Moon Runner paced to and fro, undecided. She almost took a step toward the peak – when!

They were being watched. Moon Runner noticed the pale wolf but reacted without the same composure as her Father. The cream-colored ridge of hair along her spine stood on end. Her mouth closed, jaw stiff. Posture, tense.

The stranger’s presence provided the lesson Moon Runner needed.

Stay aware. Keep the bigger picture in mind, her young spirit learned. We will stay at the Rise, it decided.

Was this the wolf with whom Blood Spot had trifled? His calm demeanor said no, but Moon Runner jumped to conclusions.

She snorted like a wild mare and shifted her weight in the stranger’s direction.

Who’re you? her spirited demanded.