Redtail Rise LXXI

Having heard of the sickness, she remained close to her young. She will not risk them or herself but to hunt, and she does not stray far. But now she wished to, if only to outrun the thing that had come too close. 

New Snow ranged with her mate, her eyes on their cubs and her ears listening to all that surrounded them. Her nose heeded what the wind told her, and she looked to the worried visage of her man. 

She moves to nip at his cheek to dispel the tension that lived in them both. And she woofs a laugh as she watches their young son make his move upon his father! Indiscreet as he was, New Snow slid into a playbow before him and became an obstacle, a wolfish grin on her lips.