Redtail Rise the second coming

Oh snap!

A glimmer of alpenglow brightened the sky behind Frostfire Ridge.

Moon Runner walked in the agouti wolf’s path and followed his large pawprints through the drifts of snow. It took her to the borders beyond the Flats, where he was surely on patrol.

Like Dark Spine, his presence centered her. A faithful comrade with a wild soul.

Her spirit thought of Ice Melt. Of Faraway Shadow.

Would he court her with the melting snow? Would they, together, bring new life to the Rise?

The image in her spirit’s mind was abruptly ended when a powerful scent met Moon Runner’s nose. Another mature female.

Her lope hastened. There, just ahead, was her pack mate… and in the distance was a white wolf stained with red.

Unlike the Storm Cloud wolf... she wasn’t a loner persueing prey. The stiffness of her gait and upright posture were a flagrant, dominant signs. She marched accross the border with purpose.

Moon Runner could feel the hair along her back lift from neck-to-tail. She could sense one of life’s threshholds lay before her… and she must walk across it.

Wealda! her spirit chanted. Wealda!

Moon Runner’s white tail waved stiffly.

Everything is at stake! the spirit exclaimed. You must protect it!

Moon Runner’s lips curled into a snarl as she brushed against the agouti male.

A bellowing snarl. Leave! her spirit demanded.