Redtail Rise sojourner

Many approaching paw steps made Moon Runner’s ears turn.

Her family! Mother! Gentle Mother, Loving Mother, Proud Mother…

And all three of her young siblings, soon to be six moons old. Every day they looked less and less like puppies. Pebble, in particular, was turning into a strapping young wolf. Soon he would need a new name, the spirit felt. Maybe a moniker to recognize the dark granite of his fur, or the gleam of his eyes… a proper hunting name.

Moon Runner’s body curled as she greeted her kin with happy sounds. Then, her muzzle pointed to the distant storm, as if to show the youngsters.

Moon Runner’s eyes flicked to Proud Mother, as if the spirit asked am I a good teacher, too?