Redtail Rise the second coming

red dusk falls in beside white feather without a word.

they move back toward the heart together, steps measured, the rise settling around them again. he stays close until the paths grow familiar and the scent of pack thickens, until he knows she is not alone.

then he slows.

his head turns once toward the plains where dark spine vanished. his tail lifts and stills, resolve set quiet and firm. he presses his muzzle briefly to white feather’s shoulder. reassurance. promise.

i will search.

red dusk turns from the heart of the rise and takes the trail alone.