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While he stood over what was left of the dead doe, Masquerade slowly patrolled the surrounding stretch of woods. She made sure not to lose sight of him, though she carefully surveyed the woods, making sure no unwelcome guests encroached during Sable’s meal.

She ranged closer to him when she sensed he might be almost done, voicing a question that rattled around in her brain: Is your chipmunk male or female, do you know?

Perhaps it was a silly question. She wasn’t much of one for small talk, usually, though with so few opportunities for conversation these days, Masque would indulge herself for as long as Sable would entertain her.