Redtail Rise Some Words with a Mummy

When you are Wealda…

Redd gave her sister a long look, surprised into considering the meaning behind that statement for a time.  It was not a position she had ever thought to seek.  They had a Wealda, strong and capable, and it hadn’t crossed her mind that Avicus would not hold the position forever.  Wealda is Wealda.  She finally replied, dismissing the concept entirely from her own mind.  

But then she did smile and give her sister an affectionate kiss on the chin, an acknowledgement for the compliment.  She did not understand why Masquerade would ask or think such a thing, but if she held her to that esteem, it could only be good.

If Wealda wished her to have pups then she would.  If not she would not.  Every fiber in Redd was loyalty, and everything she did, she knew she would do for the good of the pack that surrounded them.