Redtail Rise rekonstwi

mireille shook her head, and more sharply than she had meant. "she died as she lived, protectin' de pack." everything about her face hurt, to be so stoic. to force it. "i only mean to do as she would have done."
or so she hoped. mireille's eyes drifted across the red wolf's billowed sides. her lips moved, her voice sounding a thousand miles away.
"maybe a hunt, in de spring? closer to summer," she mused, brow furrowing as she tried to count the months, the seconds for her own season.
mireille had come to dread these mathematics.