Dawnlark Plains currant

Now she truly knew how Masquerade had felt. Redd had thought she might experience relief as she stepped beneath another. Instead the hurt and the shame drove her outward. For the first time in her life she needed true space from her home.

It was not their fault. She tried to know this, but it seemed a part of her had hoped to be wrong. Had wondered if a wolf could be Wealda another way, leading with something apart from pure aggression. She’d never seen it done but her sister had spoken of it once. At least her memory was there, at Redd’s side, in that moment.

Perhaps her heartbreak wasn’t only for Wealda.

Redd drank deeply from the shallow pool before her, then stared across the plains and into the fading light. @Ruckus would have followed her, she knew, and she would do nothing to prevent her silent shadow. His presence was never unwelcome, but today she would track. It was time to begin rebuilding her strength. She would catch nothing fast with her limp, but not all prey was fast.

staying vague with the in-progress thread. Tag is for ref, though you are welcome to join too obv!