Emberwood ghost

Wealda-who-was-not joined her silently.  She did not acknowledge his presence any more than he did hers, but she did not move away or seek to avoid him.  He was welcome if he wished.

There was no smaller prey.  Soon the reason was clarified in the clash of antlers through the trees.  Redd froze, listening with interest.

This was not prey the two of them could take.  She watched them with interest for a time, but she had seen such things before.  A memory, then, of observing the same with her mother.  Wealda.  The pattern ever repeated.

And now she watched him.  Did he contain the same violence?  Or was his heart that of Ulfhedinn, provider for the pack.  Nothing she had seen revealed this.  Perhaps this moment would.