Redtail Rise onyx

They looked at her but did not move. None deferred yet none took what was there. She was reminded too of the time before, a time when she had pressed for the role to fill. The rise needed a head and the head should be strong. It took more strength than she liked to stand here, and though she was not as thin as she’d been the last time she’d returned, sickness and hunger had wasted her frame to angles. She returned their looks with confusion.

It did not make sense. She growled impatiently, the sound rough in her throat, but pressed forward with insistent urgency.

Someone needed to lead. Did they truly think it should be her?

It was not pride that raised her tail, nor was it pride that led her to take a step forward. She had no desire to fight for her rank even if she had the ability. And she certainly was not able.

She only wished to know. Her growl became a question. If one sought to dominate she would submit. And yet, if none questioned, she could only continue to try and live up to their trust.