Redtail Rise the domain of arnheim

the weather is warming, the elk from the north have begun their descent up the Rise, and Avicus is pregnant. everything is perfect.

almost.

Tulimaq's leave of absence prickles at her—and her mood swings are more volatile than ever—but he had promised to return with more hunters in tow. and she has no reason to doubt him now. but—

"you will come back by end of 'hhummer, or i will name a new Ulfhedinn."

an aging bull in the small elk band has caught her eye, and she stands upon the foothills of the mountains, watching him from afar with gimlet gaze. feeling her children alive and hearty in her belly, she howls for her pack, watches the game startle at the shrill sound—but they won't go far.

the grass is green with deluge after deluge. the cows are fat with unborn calves. why do they tolerate this old man's presence? he's perfect cannon fodder for the wolves of the Rise.

but first—a frank discussion on the days to come.

for @Prophet @Augur @Ratio @Ashlar