Nova Peak Savage Daughter

After a long day of combing Sunset Valley, Masque managed to catch and kill an Olympic marmot. She dragged the corpse as far as the foothills of Nova Peak before needing a rest. Her eyes sought that same overhang again, the sun setting just like that day, although now Avicus and her fiery spirit were gone from this earth—pardoning, perhaps, the wisp of it that now lived in Masquerade.

She caught her breath, then decided to carry her kill to the den she’d dug about a month back. She’d scarcely had any reason to use it, though at some point she’d brought just a few strands of her mother’s fur and stashed them there. Now she gently set the dead marmot down beside them and sank to the floor, sniffing gently at the little red tuft.

She must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing the Caru knew, she was gasping awake from another nightmare. She sat up and looked around groggily. The air was very dark now. Masque blinked, then levered up onto all fours. She stepped over the marmot now stiff with frost and rigor mortis and found herself gazing upward at the barest sliver of moon hanging high in the western sky.

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