Redtail Rise It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness

Wealda watched her go, her quiet poise breaking into some uncertainty with the tilt of an ear.  She did not know what she might have said differently, nor did she understand how to take those last words.  All things worth having took effort to achieve.  She had thought, of any, her siblings would understand that all of life is a fight to be won.  Fangs were only often the wrong weapon.

Then she shook the conversation from herself and turned to depart.  She would learn or she would not.  Perhaps her way was the one that was meant; Wealda was no Haelend.  She would do what she could, but in the end, the one who took the role would be the one who found the way.