Redtail Rise Book III: Chapter I

Oh you didn’t take long at all~ no worries!

They shared scent, each cambered towards the other like a light and dark ying-yang.

The stench! This youngster was lucky Moon Runner had a penchant for odorous things. In her youth a den-sister, that Moon Runner had coined Vulture for her love of all things dead and rotten, was especially stinky. Grim Tooth had been, as well. The connection, in the spirit’s mind, between this youth and Winsook thickened.

For such a young wolf his ears were quite torn.

What had he endured? the spirit wondered.

He drew near with an intense and piercing stare. In Moon Runner’s mind, the hard look was a precursor to aggression. Her posture stiffened. Jaw closed and tense. Amber eyes watchful on the youth. If he pressed closer, she would surely issue a correction to set a boundary of space.

Moon Runner’s tail flagged in a stiff and dominant wag. Then, she scuffed the ground thrice with her hind paws and kicked up snow behind her.

...was that a grin upon her doggish maw?

I am Wealda of Redtail Rise, the spirit claimed.