Porcupine Ridge stone plug

The answer was expected.  Yet it still sent a bloom of melancholy through her.  To lead was to be lonely both within and outside of a pack.  She could not go back and yet, in herself, had no foundation to build from.  If Redd could rid herself of this cursed knowledge she would.  She only wished to go home.

The understanding showed in a softening of her posture before she turned to depart.  She would not begin another legacy in blood.  Such a thing had only tainted the last.