Sunset Valley backbone

She felt wrung out in every possible way, though there wasn’t much time for rest. She and @Riley needed to establish a new claim, right after they did some hunting. Masque had never felt such ravenous hunger in her life—not even when she’d been underfed this time last year—and she knew it was because her pups were growing strong within her.

Masquerade ranged toward Sunset Valley, nose combing through the spring grass as the ground sloped beneath her paws. She sped downhill, then up the crest of another hillock, where she paused to scent the air. Surely there must be some burrows hidden around here. She huffed and dropped her red muzzle again, though not before glancing wistfully at the rise in the distance.