Redtail Rise Obey your master

Skipping myself with permission (lol), I’ll post with Atreus next.

The adults began shouting at one another, leaving Masquerade to flinch before slowly rolling onto her side. She remained hunched close to the ground, listening to the exchange with widening eyes. They went particularly round as her uncle shouted that she was lucky she wasn’t dead.

Avicus turned on her now, accusatory. Masquerade could only shrink, wilting like a flower under the heat of her mother’s anger. She had every intention of following the Wealda’s command to the letter, fearing both Avicus’s wrath and now Aventus’s as well. “Count yourself lucky she is not dead for that…!”

No one asked for an explanation. It did not occur to Masque to serendipitously find her voice to try to defend her actions. She could’ve told them all it was an accident, a horrible mistake but a mistake all the same. The whelp just rolled onto her feet and slouched close to Avicus, her bleeding tail still tucked up against her belly, now the poster child for obedience.