Redtail Rise cordovan

Wealda did not entirely comprehend the reason behind the Ulfhedinn’s urging but did not have the wherewithal to argue.  The water was soothing to the burn of her wounds and she trusted, in that moment, the wisdom of an older wolf.

For the moment she did not correct Ruckus’ withdrawal, understanding the mistrust that would surely fade with time.  They would learn what pack was.  As the scent of the rise claimed them all within would become family to them, a new source of safety and comfort.

Things that Wealda relied on now.  The weariness she’d battled on returning was winning now that she was home, and as soon as she’d left the water and settled near it she allowed it to overtake her.  She trusted Mountain Boulder and Moon Dancer to do the things they felt they must, though the sleep she found was not an easy one.  It was a small comfort, then, that Ruckus remained near; one less worry to plague her.

this can be my last if we want to wrap this!