Redtail Rise XXIV

it's good that the Ulfhedinn spoke well of this new hunter.

Avicus had been wary of newcomers, but she comes across this one with less reticence, nudging her pale hunt-master in greeting before turning to the agouti specimen that faces her.

huhn'her? she asks him, head held high. or figh'er?

she knows Augur will not vocally answer.

she bends slowly, low, in a play bow, wondering if the other wolf will react—and how they will react.