Redtail Rise bloodstain

New Snow could not ascertain the age of the cub through this faded scent, and her instinct to care for this one too was relayed with a whistling sort of whimper. But he would be able to relay to her what was needed, if anything. She understood the danger, enough so that she had not focused on it until the scent of them reminded her they existed at all.

Sensing now his restlessness, New Snow took to grooming a knot from his shoulder. And, once it was gone and the fur there was in order, she stepped alongside him. Whatever it was he wished to do, or go, he would not be alone.