Redtail Rise We built this city on rock 'n' roll

After her exhausting trip, Junior slept long and hard. When she rose the morning following her arrival at Redtail Rise, her mouth was as dry as a baked riverbed. The parched yearling quickly sought a source of water, then drank deeply. Still blinking sleep from her eyes, she reposed on her black haunches and tried to gather her bearings.

She knew exactly what she needed to do next: explore her new home and seek out her new pack mates. Licking her damp lips, Junior rose back onto her paws and deliberated over whether to move upward or downward. Eventually, she began to climb. She wanted to check out what kind of views this place boasted. She followed an old deer trail, her mind blissfully clear despite the crazy events of the past few days.