Redtail Rise bloodstain

Patience was asked of her, and for Wealda she had it. Her trust in the woman was not easily shaken, and that was not the case now—New Snow trusted the girl she also saw as daughter. She wanted to herd her away from this, too. Nothing felt so important as that. 

New Snow would go to see her when she was well. It would be unfair to move her as the woman recovered. New Snow stretched out beneath her mate, crooning a note of thanks as he groomed her. It put her mind at ease, soothing her.

Away from the horizon, back to Mountain Boulder. When she is well again, her flattened ears answer, but they flick up quickly: or if we scent danger. 

To move the cubs more inland soothed her further. She nodded. And then, sniffing her mate, paused. Her eyes were bright with new interest—she had nearly forgotten! Where is the young one?