Redtail Rise lady i think your guess is as good as mine

White Feather did not abandon the Rise to look for Dark Spine, but she swept the borders for any wolfsign left by the young male.

Yet there was none to find.

However, she came upon the smell of saltwolf… the second in a moon cycle.

Did this one and the last know each other? Again, her mind drifted to the memory of Oak Leaf and Dry Creek… oblivious that this young wolf, too, was the get of her teenage acquaintences.

Her white pelt cleft the conifers as she stepped out from their shelter.

White Feather’s gaze was focused but calm, her stance rigid. A guardian of these slopes.

She chuffed to the young ruddy female.

What do you seek? The spirit asked.