Redtail Rise Tideline

She heard the rustling of undergrowth, and inhaled the scent of a young, female wolf of her Rise before she set eyes upon her. A momentary pause bought her enough time to note the woman’s appearance, the shine of amber in her gaze and the cross-stitch of brown fur mixed in with the pale.

She pushed her whiskers forward as she lowered her head in deference, and smiled gently when she found the scent she’d been hoping to catch.

Augur.

Her tail waved at the realization that this woman was familiar by way of her heritage. Her ears flicked back in subtle, friendly deference, and she crooned a note with a voice that could barely carry words. With a light stutter, she inquired:

A-a-a-a-augu-r.