Redtail Rise bloodstain

New Snow obeyed much, but perhaps nothing moreso than the instinct that made her so subservient in the first place. It was this instinct that reared it’s head within her now, that was insistent that danger was near. New Snow licked her chops, the stress of it difficult to dispel.

Mountain Boulder! New Snow had been so lost within her mind that she had not heard his approach, and though she chided herself her excitement in seeing him could not be dimmed. Chin-nibbles and shoulder nips were delivered as she ran in eager circles around him, her ear still warm from the place he had touched. Her tail waved wildly as she greeted him with her customary dozen-kisses, though she withdrew to look him over.

He looked as tired as she felt. She did not like it. New Snow loosed a worried whine, and looked to the horizon. I think we all must go.