Redtail Rise onyx

wealda ascended in that moment, and the broad shoulders of the hunt-lead relaxed as night eye stepped into the traces once held.

he became aware of the others again, of snow rain and moon runner. the yellow eyes swept them now in some semblance of fatherly pride.

mountain boulder tilted back his head and sang out, as he had done such times before; he sang out for wealda, pouring the song into taiga and valley, loud enough to touch the mountains.

he welcomed the future into which night eye would now lead them.