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

Just when she recovered from her fit, someone bumped into her and then pressed her into the ground. Masquerade let out a noise of complaint, her red face wrinkling in displeasure. As soon as Relic cleared her, she began heaving herself away from the overestimulating scene playing out in the den’s threshold.

She sought someplace she could breathe, without a fetor in her nose or a litter mate crushing her lungs. She scooted toward a far corner of the den, her overextended snout bumping into the wall and bringing Masque to a stop. Her flanks quivered with several deep breaths and she slowly relaxed.