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Redd stepped forward to take the offering and, while doing so, gave her sibling a small nudge beneath the chin.  Her encouragement might not be outspoken, but she wished it known that she supported this shift as well.  Even as Masquerade spoke further, Redd had no qualms, and settled to eat and listen as the two discussed.

Until the subject shifted to more peaceful talk.

Here she had an opinion, and growled lightly, leaving the prey momentarily to stand and look between the two of them intently.  No.  Masquerade had already risked health and injury to do this before.  Repetition would bring nothing but the same.

Wealda is questioned.  Wealda must answer.  Redd’s voice was intent, and she looked to Avicus before lowering her head.  In the end they would do as they wished, but she knew this singular truth; the pack would have no leader who was not proven.  She had thought Lilia would understand this, when Redd had allowed worthiness to override blood and submitted as Berserker.  Apparently the lesson was not one all recognized.

But she did.  It was why, although another rank would likely soon need filled, she would remain silent on the matter.  Wealda might lead the pack… but the pack chose Wealda.