Redtail Rise Or am I just wishing I could be like you?

Still a creature driven by life’s most basic instincts, sentenience slowly began to take hold in young Masquerade. Still limited to her three developed senses, she could not make much of the new presence in the den today, though she could certainly detect it, primarily by smell.

Wide awake despite her sealed eyes, she raised her head to sniff at the air. Her head wobbled, though not as precariously as before, the muscles strengthened by repetition. She let out a little rumble that pitched up into a whimper. She scooched toward where the scent originated, tail thrust out behind her, stiff and vibrating like a tuning fork.