Redtail Rise sonata

If he wanted her to come along, Masquerade supposed she didn’t really have a choice, no matter how Ashlar framed the question. She hesitated for only a moment before nodding and slowly padding closer. She drew some comfort from his soft-spoken familiarity.

She halted beside him, prepared to follow obediently. Masque wondered where exactly they would look for frogs and what Ashlar intended to do with them should they find any. Her long tail hung limp behind her, the twitching of its tip betraying her quiet curiosity.