Redtail Rise onyx

Moon Runner grew restless and so she sniffed the ground to diffuse energy as her gaze drifted between each pack member.

No wolf moved against the red woman to claim the title of Wealda. Even Faraway Shadow simply waited. It seemed the gaunt wolf, too, was perplexed by this and issued a quentioning noise to her audience.

But as Trēow, Moon Runner could only see a family member in need of caretaking. She was weak of body and dim of spirit. It was unfair of them to expect her to step forward and claim this role and all of its responsibilites. It seemed the wolves of the Rise longed for the familiar heirarchy of yesteryear…

But if not her, then who else? As a wolf not yet sexually mature, Moon Runner did not yet have the desire to put herself above the other and defend that claim. She only had the sentiment that this wasn’t right.

Moon Runner made a anxious, frustrated noise and began to pace. She moved to Wise Father’s side and licked at his jaw. He was the wolf with the most influence in the pack. Hale of body. A mate and a young children.

I see you as Wealda, the spirit said.

Won't you take it?