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

A huff escaped her when her mother’s foreleg hooked around her chest, sweeping her close again. Masque grunted her disapproval, then tried to squirm free, bumping against Relic and Redd but paying them no real heed as she singlemindedly sought the source of today’s new smells.

Bumbling and scooting, she found her way to the fox’s tail dropped near the visitor’s feet. She blindly thrust her little snout against the soft furs, eager to drink in these strange new smells. Never in her short life had Masque experienced such a pungent odor, so acrid it burned, sending her into a fit of reverse sneezing.