Redtail Rise probability

The wanderer kept his wits about him when Moon Runner approached. Her ears swiveled forward, attuned to him.

She had never seen another wolf, other than Red Eye, with eyes of different colors… The side of his face with the navy iris felt soft, gentle, and inviting while the other felt intense and watchful – made so by the contrast of gold against the dark of its pupil.

Then, her gaze trailed down to his shoulder. The male was framed like Father but only half his weight, she guessed by the featherweight form of his build. He had an attractive, well-cut face that alluded to a heritage of a different clade. Icemelt, her spirit thought.

Moon Runner had never met a male lone wolf born in the same year. Maybe this was why her natural curiosity intensified.

Icemelt made a gesture. Moon Runner lowered her head in a permissive way. He held her interest. Yes, show me, her spirit asked… and it wondered if this wild wolf knew art like the river woman.