Redtail Rise where has the water gone?

in that moment, the male became snow rain.

though mountain boulder wondered what his daughter called this man, he did not ask. there was no way to ask and no way to know, and he let the thought go almost as soon as it had come. what mattered was that their newest was trusted and welcomed. it was a good sign that he had been so graciously received. 

a chuff, clicking playful teeth toward moon runner, a nudge for night eye, a brush for snow rain. the ulfhedinn would return to his sentinel-watch while berserkr led the new blod into the riseland. the trēow was welcome to follow, he said with a placid blink of his yellow eyes, though he suspected she might rather run with the night eye and the newcomer for now.

whatever was decided, the huntfather headed south in the moments that passed, gathering scents for a hunt as he went, and passing no chance to search for wealda.