Redtail Rise rise with the sun

New Snow had lost a daughter. And while none could replace what was lost, Wolverine reminded her plenty of what her daughter might have been. And New Snow felt proud, and relief, to be able to teach the young girl. Felt a new sort of purpose in keeping her safe how she could. New Snow, if allowed, would linger where the girls fur felt warm and lick at the spot in an effort to relieve any pains there. There was no blood, though, and Wolverine was functional. She could speak clearly (at least, as far as someone with no linguistic ability could tell) and walk well.

She rumbled with pride. Her eyes were bright, enjoying the things she saw play across the expressive wolfs face. It was in this way that New Snow could understand Wolverine perfectly. New Snow huffed in amusement, and nosed the girl back.

The Clawan called to the pack, the noise made to encourage Wolverine to join in it with her, and then when the song died she nosed the youth toward their quarry. New Snow would protect her place as she would Bobcats, and would eat herself when the rest joined. Their number was such that all would be able to feast this day, thanks to herself and the girl cub.