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He spoke three words aloud, catching her by surprise. They were barely louder than a whisper, though quite clear. Not for the first time, Masque wondered how he had lost his voice. Was it permanent? Or just a temporary ailment? It felt rude to ask about it.

But it made her realize something. Although his speech was clearly limited, he could speak. Perhaps he could even communicate with his limbs. They were still now, though Masquerade stared at them for a beat, wondering. Perhaps she would ask about that later.

For now, she only said, That’s absolutely fine. It’s just good to have some company for a little while. I’m so glad I have Riley—that’s my mate’s name—but we don’t see others very often out here.

Offering him a little smile, she motioned with her head and turned. She frowned a little at the sand sticking to her paws as she led Sable and his small passenger in a southwestern direction. Masque spotted the telltale twinkle of water ahead and knew they could follow the tributary inland to the edge of the shady woods.