Fox's Glade cadet

Ruckus had found rhythm in their life. The cycle went something like this: join a pack, meet one or two others who were part of it, depart, travel awhile, and then begin the process over again. Once, they had rejoined the same pack over again (the rise). They did not know what would come next, but there was a constant in their life that they were acutely attuned to: Redd.

Where she went, Ruckus followed. They learned by observation and whatever lessons Red taught intentionally. They were still small and gaunt for their age, though the past few weeks with the caribou pack had allowed them to gain at least a few pounds. Their features were still youthful in many ways, and it was clear now that no amount of time would change that. They would remain, at least physically, somewhat childish.

Cold began to settle in the air, and their coat struggled to keep the heat-sucking wind from their skin. They followed their guardian dutifully, their head in line with her shoulder.