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

The young saltwolf was spooked! But quickly she collected herself, though the noise from her throat came as a nervous stutter.

White Feather recalled when she was this wolf’s age. She had always been a curious, though cautious, adventurer... but she never strayed far from the Rise until she heard the wilds sing — even then, she was more than three seasons old.

Winter Hawk came to her side, and her spirit listened. She saw his posture relax before the summertime child, stance acquiescent to her own. Their quiet souls conversed and agreed.

A caretaker and a mother at heart, White Feather’s gaze melted.

She took a calm step forward the saltwolf, nose twitching. Her ears rotated forward to create an open and friendly expression. A small head cock to the side.

Are you lost? her spirit asked.