Redtail Rise Tideline

The absence of wolves in the Fengtooth ranks meant Moon Runner became a jack of all trades.

She hunted and patroled. Watched and guarded.

There was no room for redundencies within the pack.

She heard a new sound. It was like birdsong.

She loped through the dappled shadows from the safety behind the Rise’s borders until she came across a mature she-wolf, carrying something alien in her mouth.

Moon Runner chuffed, voice curt, as she emerged from the foliage. The girl was young, and though she had witnessed the art of diplomacy, it was not yet a skill she had refined. She was on edge and made herself stand taller than she felt.

State your business, her spirit said.