Dawnlark Plains currant

Someone approached and Redd turned to appraise them neutrally.  She recognized them as pack but not as anyone familiar.  They must have joined after her departure.

She tried to cast emotion aside.  There was no taste of resentment to it.  This was pure grief, a silent mourning of two loved women whose legacies she’d failed.  This stranger had no place in it but was also pack.  And Redd did not seek to leave the Rise… did she?

She thought of her family still there and the answer was resolute.  No.

Do you hunt?  She asked without preamble, her eyes cutting across him and sizing him up.  He appeared large enough to do so, but size did not always indicate skill.