Redtail Rise the colloquy of monos and una

New Snow heard him in the language of the old way; any wolf with ears could, if they cared to listen and return to their own roots. She shivered against his words, eyes wide as she saw and felt his hurt. Disappointment toward Red Woman, sister, for this. Her gaze turned toward Wolverine, moving to nudge her daughter. It was not goodbye, not from her. No matter the outcome, her love for the girl was everlasting.

Now to Mountain Boulder did her gaze return. The fractured trust was something she knew no wolf could peacefully live with, and the soul-wound inflicted upon Mountain Boulder was deep. Was her trust so fickle? New Snow could not believe it.

She rumbled to him, she loves you, this her own belief. Soothing, with the truth as she knew it. Red Woman had never before shown otherwise. 

What happened? she asked in a breathy, whistling whine. Then she heard the call of Red Woman—summoning blood. 

New Snow grimaced. And then could understand the reason behind the tension. Breeding season approached, and perhaps she had been challenged. But Wolverine, she was leaving! 

None of it mattered. New Snow had her unbreakable foundation before her. She moved to press her nose against his own. New Snow upon Mountain Boulder. I go with you, she grumble-growled as she tilted up her muzzle to mouth at his ear.