Redtail Rise merlot

Moon Runner has not spotted Cambria

The red wolf’s call was like a singular sonorous gong of a church bell in the late summer air. Its tone was sombre and low.

The yearling loped through the forest until she spied the vermillion fur against the greenery.

Moon Runner’s kind face became attuned to the red wolf. She knew there was merit and value within every rank of their pack… from Wealda to Blod. Yet, it seemd a card had been displaced in the latest shuffling of their deck.

She is leaving, the spirit thought.

Dispersal was a natural thing, but it was not without risks. The tragedy of Chipmunk’s parents, Blood Spot and Rolling Thunder, was evidence enough. The wilds could be cruel and unforgiving… moreso as the growing season waned. A clan of wolves was stronger together. These facts weighed in Moon Runner’s mind… after all, it was possible she would disperse at the onset of sexual maturity as her mother had when she was young.

Of course, there was much to be gained as well.

Moon Runner would watch the red wolf leave with quiet gratitude. It was her right to persue a new path, and Moon Runner would not forget the important chapter she had written for Redtail Rise.