Redtail Rise sojourner

New Snow paced the rendezvous. Certain the scents there revealed no breach, she felt a little more at ease. There was worry for Wealda in her heart, but then, the wolf was not only her own but Red Woman’s. Red Woman had come and gone many times. She had always been alright, and so had the Rise.

In the time between, those remaining would assimilate to the structure left behind. New Snow was not Wealda, but would keep the pack united in her absence and maintain the hierarchy. 

She followed now the trail of her daughter, nipping at her youngest brood to move with her. She would teach them to track, and revealed to them broken debris to be mindful of. Tufts of her fur. Where her scent was strongest and where it dwindled. 

It took time to get to her daughter, but after long there she was! New Snow grinned her satisfaction to her cubs before closing the distance between herself and Moon Runner, tail wagging and happy whines coming forth from her throat.