Redtail Rise Hell is worth all that, natural habitat

Mother had been furious, and her sister cowed, after the run in with the others like them, but not.  Redd knew this because of the scents lingering on Masquerade.  The rust of blood, the stink of fear, and the warmth of kin.  It was a compelling combination and despite any dire warnings that may have been given otherwise, Redd would see for herself.

She lurked and watched but was unwilling to show herself until Arielle had departed view momentarily.  She knew that she was perhaps not supposed to be here, but revealing herself to one her size did not contain the risks the larger did.  She did not have to obey one who did not stand above her.

She slunk forward and then stood, watching with ears erect as the other rolled in something that reeked strongly.  She was more interested by this than disgusted.  Why did he wish to disguise his scent?