Redtail Rise It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness

aw, maybe a @Redd?

After tending to Rotgut with a few putrid scraps, Carrion skittered through the misty-morning trees with an openness that wasn’t typically there in her stride. Usually, she moved as if she did not want to be found, but now she walked upright and ears forward, nose hunting for Wealda.

If she was to convince anyone of her worth, especially Tall Hill, then she decided that she would need to exhibit some worthiness to her pack. This was the only thing on her mind.

The silent sister, even more so than the other, and the one Redd knew least.  Wealda had not pressed her for company but today seemed different.  The seeking went the other way.

Redd moved to join her, but did not close into space, chuffing a question instead.  The others had both sought her to leave; there was trepidation over this.  But she was relaxed in stance as she appraised her sister, ears forward with interest, ready to learn her intent.

Carrion’s tail wriggled at the sight of Redd, and she licked her chops, attempting to dispel the anxious quiver of her nose. Though not as intensely proud-looking as the former Wealda, the rank still seemed to settle naturally upon her shoulders, not ill-fitting in the least. It was hard not to admire the flame woman.

She did not know this sibling well, but knowing her any better wouldn’t have changed her demeanor. It strained Carrion to ask - to want - for anything, and knowing of their shared blood did not make things any easier. Redd was more leader than sister in her eyes, so her gaze was cast downward in respect.

Wealda, she murmured. I have been listening to the butterflies. Then, after a beat, she added more plainly: I want to learn to be Haelend.

Carrion was anxious.  This was often the case it seemed, as she kept to the fringes of the pack, so Wealda watched her with a still and relaxed patience. 

The words landed strangely on her ears at first, but she dismissed the first in favor of the main.  It was not important where this came from, only that it was the role she wished.

They lacked a Haelend.  No violence had come upon them, but misfortune could come with the hunt as well.  Wealda approved.  You will learn.  It was more statement than question, but she held an air of expectation that more would be said.  None here could grant this knowledge.  She would need to seek it elsewhere.