Redtail Rise You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through

Memories hung about every corner of the land, though it had changed some in the year they'd been away. Hackles bristled, she too ventured into what was previously their home, hawk-eyed and wary. She sniffed for the scent of other wolves, tasting the air for any trace of remains that might lay smothered beneath the cold earth. 

Finding nothing was worse than being chased off again; there was no thrill in finding that the mighty had fallen- or at least moved on. It left room for paranoia to grow, and for grief to blossom. She growled softly. 

Unsatisfied, she raised her voice- in case any of the Redtails were still within earshot.