Redtail Rise prince

The moon had waned and waxed a full cycle before she heard Tall Shadow’s voice.

Wealda, thankfully, was on the path of recovery. Chipmunk grew slowly compared to her siblings, and this worried the Trēow…. but he was spirited and clung to their red-furred leader like sap.

Sister had dispersed.

Vulture was withdrawn.

Mother and Father patroled. Hunted.

Moon Runner abandoned the path of prey to meet the Beserkr… but was he still Beserkr in Moon Runner’s heart?

She was not wise like the grown adults. She felt upset at the sight of him. Angry. Perhaps only because she cared so much. Why hadn’t Tall Shadow returned to the pack with Wealda?

These emotions were worn right on her sleeve. Moon Runner was apprehensive to approach him. Her head slung low with a glare. She could feel an erratic flavor of aggression build, but quickly diffused it by sniffing the ground. He returned with food but it was not enough to mend Moon Runner’s broken trust in a wolf who was supposed to be apart of their Heafod.

You were gone, her spirit said.

It did not occur to the wild she-wolf to hide these feelings. Faraway Shadow should know them.